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Drug store courtesy My first real job came my junior year of high school when I worked for a local pharmacy. I was what they call now a pharmacy technician. I counted pills, typed labels and worked the register. I loved my job. I made good money, for a teenager, and I did not go home smelling like a burger. My boss Grady was really tough though. He expected perfection, and when he did not get it he let us have it. There were several girls my age who worked in the pharmacy summer, weekends and after school. There were many nights when I would go home crying because of something my boss had said or done. I would tell my Dad and he would always tell me, “That builds character.” Well after working there I should have enough character to go around the world. My boss saw my Dad quite frequently in social situations, and he always said such nice things to my Dad about me. I guess that is why I stayed as long as I did. I respected my boss, and he taught me what it meant to be a good employee. He believed no one should wait more than five minutes on a prescription. If the big chains only felt that way! My Dad always said if I could work for Grady that I could work with and for anyone. Because of that work I pursued a career in the pharmaceutical industry. I worked in drug research for many years. I am now concentrating on raising my two beautiful boys. I only hope that their first job gives them as much as mine gave me. Page Crater, Lexington, EnergyUnited |
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