At the tender age of 15, my dad, in mid June, informed me that I wouldn't be able to lounge around the house all summer.( Our family had moved to Cape Cod, and lounging around seemed like a cool thing to do.) That fiat occured during a Sunday evening just after school had let out for the summer. On Monday, I was booted out of the house and told not to come back without a job.
I started banging on doors at 9 AM on Rte 28 in Bass River ( all sorts of tourist type businesses.)I got lucky on my first interview and was hired to clean a swimming pool at a motel on 28.I was on top of the world! Someone wanted me and was willing to pay the minimum wage (.75 per hour) The job was only going to require 2 hours a day and began at 7AM. I knew I had to fill some more time so I continued to bang on doors on my way home. My second interview took place less than an hour after the first. I was given a job selling lawn furniture at an annex to a gift shop (The Colonial Country Store.) My boss, Bill Hemeon, spent some time with me to teach me how to sell. The lessons he taught, I have used every day of my career since then.I held that job each summer throughout my teenage years.My pool cleaning job expanded to include 4 motels, and I was able to handle them as well as my job selling lawn furniture.Suddenly I found myself working 11 to 12 hour days.What a surprise for a goof off teen ager that wanted to spend most of the summer at the beach!
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