When I was 16, I, like many other teenagers blessed with a new car to go along with my new license, was immediately ushered out into the working world. To help pay for my own things as well as prove to my parents that video games and cross country weren’t going to occupy my free time forever, I set out to get my first real job. Of course, I’d been paid an allowance when I was younger (mostly in poker chips which I then exchanged for cold hard cash), but this was going to be the real thing – with a paycheck, taxes, the whole nine yards.
As with most young teens, the thought of working alongside strangers (most much older than I was) didn’t exactly excite me. So, it should have come as no surprise to my parents when I ditched the opportunity to work at Walgreens right across the street from my house for the chance to work at the Taco Bell on the local college campus alongside two of my good friends. The decision was quite easy actually – all the free tacos I could eat, friends to goof off with, and the opportunity to hang with college-aged chicks. What more does a high school kid need?