My Dad: My First Employer in Business and at Work
Dad was my first employer.
When I was 10 years old, he hired me to starch and iron his shirts: 50 cents a shirt. He was and is a meticulous dresser; I was less so as a laundress. I did not regret losing that assignment.
When I was 11 years old, my father and mother left me for two hours with my 6 year old brother while they played cards two houses down the street. Dad paid me 50 cents an hour. I was a bit too young and my brother was too deep a sleeper, leaving me a bit too alone. Consequently, I did not relish that job, either.
While the pay rate was too low and the work assignments did not match my skill set, Dad’s attempts to hire me introduced me to the world of work, where I aspired to achieve more: to secure work that met my vocational, creative and financial needs. And I did.