You never expected your first part-time job to teach you so much.

Write a story titled: "My First Part-Time Job."

My First Part-Time Job

Experience is the best teacher and my first part-time job proved that saying true in every sense. During my school holidays, I decided to earn some extra money by working at a small bakery near my house. I imagined it would be simple, just smile, punch in a few numbers, and hand over change. Oh, how wrong I was.

From the very beginning, the bakery buzzed like a beehive. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air, making my stomach grumble even before lunch. The cash register was a monster of buttons and beeps, and my nervous fingers trembled like leaves in the wind. Customers came in non-stop, each more impatient than the last. To make matters worse, I accidentally gave the wrong change to a fussy aunty who scolded me loudly.

But then, came the real test. One hectic Saturday, the system crashed, and I had to do everything manually. My hands were shaking, but I remembered what the manager said: "Stay calm, or you’ll sink like a stone." I scribbled orders, used my phone calculator, and tried my best to keep smiling. Somehow, I survived the chaos.

After that, my manager clapped me on the back and said I had fire in my belly. I began to feel more capable, more confident. The job became less scary, and more satisfying.

All in all, that job taught me more than school ever could. It wasn't just work, it was a baptism of fire that helped me grow up a little faster.

(253 Words)

You never expected your first part-time job to teach you so much.

Write a story titled: "My First Part-Time Job."

My First Part-Time Job

Experience is the best teacher and my first part-time job proved that saying true in every sense. During my school holidays, I decided to earn some extra money by working at a small bakery near my house. I imagined it would be simple, just smile, punch in a few numbers, and hand over change. Oh, how wrong I was.

From the very beginning, the bakery buzzed like a beehive. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air, making my stomach grumble even before lunch. The cash register was a monster of buttons and beeps, and my nervous fingers trembled like leaves in the wind. Customers came in non-stop, each more impatient than the last. To make matters worse, I accidentally gave the wrong change to a fussy aunty who scolded me loudly.

But then, came the real test. One hectic Saturday, the system crashed, and I had to do everything manually. My hands were shaking, but I remembered what the manager said: "Stay calm, or you’ll sink like a stone." I scribbled orders, used my phone calculator, and tried my best to keep smiling. Somehow, I survived the chaos.

After that, my manager clapped me on the back and said I had fire in my belly. I began to feel more capable, more confident. The job became less scary, and more satisfying.

All in all, that job taught me more than school ever could. It wasn't just work, it was a baptism of fire that helped me grow up a little faster.

(253 Words)