The summer job: earning big bucks to pay big bucks for college
My mom found the ad in our weekly newspaper asking for “summer help.” It was at a plastics factory about 1 mile from our house. I knew I had to get a job in order to go to college – especially an expensive private college.
The factory didn’t seem to have a formal interview process. I went in that Wednesday, signed an application sheet and left. Within a few days, they called and hired me. Just like that. Personally, I think they hired me because they are always short of help; it also probably helped that my resume pointed out that I was an honor roll student, an experienced farm worker and an athlete. I graduated May 18, and I began one day later.
When the alarm clock began blaring at 6 a.m. that first day, I had my doubts about what I was getting into. I had to be at work by 6:50 a.m. O.K. That is early for me. Thank heavens I only had to drive a short distance.
They trained me for a few days before I actually ran one of the machines. I didn’t really know what I would be doing all summer, but I figured it wouldn’t be exciting work. I just kept reminding myself that I was making $10.70 an hour to stand there and take plastic parts out of these machines. For an 18-year-old with really no past job experience, that was pretty good.
During those three months I just went to work and didn’t think about it. The work was mind-numbing. I became one of those “can’t wait ’til Friday” people. Some of the jobs were better than others. I made everything from plastic balls (I have no idea what they are used for) to oil pans. I hated the oil pans–they were the worst because you had to cut around the soft plastic flashing to shape the product into an oil pan. I also made plastic stadium seats for all the new football and baseball arenas going up around the country.
I couldn’t wait for the summer to end. When it finally did, I had made over $4,200–wow, that’s a lot of money. Little did I realize how fast that money would go.
During my first day on campus at this private college, my checking account was nearly depleted by the $3,000 check I had to write out for the first semester bill. That is one big number to see on a check, not to mention the fact that it happened to be the first check I had ever written. The sad thing is, that that didn’t even include the loans I had to take out. Did I make a mistake not going to a less expensive state school?
All in all, I can’t disparage the plastics job too much. I am grateful for the paychecks. My boss and a few other higher-ups at the factory told me I could work every summer during my college years and even during any holidays or spring breaks that I want to make some money. I know I’ll have to take them up on their offer because those college bills won’t be going away anytime soon. Can’t wait to see what they’ll be making out of plastic when I get back there again.
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