Many friends of mine growing up had jobs within the “food industry.” It might have been working at a pizza place, or a fast food joint, or something else. But many worked with food.
My lone attempt was when I was maybe 15 or 16. I was looking for something and I thought, hey … why not work at the local ice cream place?
I mean, ice cream.
Up until then, I had done different jobs in the summers. I delivered newspapers. I worked as an umpire for the local little league. Things like that.
It’s not like I was going to get rich doing any of it, but why not see if I could get a few extra hours?
And I knew people at the ice cream place.
I put in an application and was all pumped. It always seemed fun when we went in, so it had to be to work there, too, right?
I applied and waited.
A few weeks went by and I hadn’t heard a thing. So I went looking for the owner. Finally finding one of them, I asked.
Turns out they didn’t think I would have been a good addition to the team, so I didn’t even get an interview. And, in reality, they didn’t have any openings anyway (so they said).
Talk about a punch to the gut.
Nobody would give me a reason why I wouldn’t have been a good member of the team. I mean, I would have been a hard worker. And I would have been on time and did the time needed. Maybe I wouldn’t have been good at the ice cream machine. Maybe there’s some other valid reason.
Or maybe not.
The one thing I always thought, though, was be honest about things. When teenagers are applying for a job … if there’s a reason you don’t want to hire – or even give an interview to – let them know why. There’s no chance to improve if they don’t know. Maybe my application was a train wreck. I have no idea.
Over time, people stopped going there anyway. Other ice cream places opened up and had better prices and more of a selection and a friendlier persona.
A few years later, the business was on its last legs. I went to the window and looked at the menu. One of the owners was taking the orders and gave me the normal “May I help you” or “May I take your order?”
Nah. Not really anything here that would be good on my team.
And I walked away.
The odds are the owner didn’t even remember that I was turned down for even an interview. But that day, while I was still in my late teens, I felt a little better.
I never did work in any sort of food industry spot. And hopefully I never have to as I’m not sure I’d be any good at it anyway.
How about all of you? Did you work in the food industry?
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20 Days of Chill: 2020 Day 17