originally posted 06 NOV 2014
I remember being called out of class early on in seventh grade. I
thought I was in trouble because I had to go to the Principal's office.
The only other time I had been called in there (that I remember) was
when they called me in to ask if I was abused. I wrote about that in my
"I'm a Christian Who Doesn't Believe in Spanking Kids" post.
I attended a Catholic school. We were a semi-catholic family. My
mother attended the Catholic church once a month so we could get a
deduction on tuition and the rest of the time, we were at one of those
prosperity churches that was more about church growth than Christianity.
So, I remember being called in and they asked if I wanted a job. I
was skeptical but said I'd give it a try. They needed a receptionist in
the rectory where the priests live on weekends. Looking back, I suspect
they gave me the job because they knew something was amiss in my life
and, looking back, I think they were right.
I remember applying for my social security card and that was
exciting. I really enjoyed the job too. I worked four-hour shifts and it
was quiet. The phone didn't ring often. I got my homework done and
spent the rest of the time with my nose in a book. I loved (and still
love) to read.
The best part was that I was making $3.75 an hour when minimum wage
was about a dollar less! I worked there until I was sixteen years old.
I'm no longer Catholic but I am very thankful for the opportunity I was
given.
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