My most memorable and favorite job was when I worked at Jamba Juice. Believe it or not, I learned a lot working there for two years. I’ve witnessed some crazy things from employees doing drugs in the break room, fights in the lobby, to even homeless people defecating all over our bathroom walls. It was safe to say there was never a dull moment working at Jamba Juice. Despite all of the craziness that came with the job I met plenty of great individuals, learned a lot of skills, and gained a new understanding of health. My main job was being a cashier and a mixer, but I loved working at the cash register. I am a social butterfly, so I loved sparking up random conversations with customers and giving compliments. But with every great job, there is a horrible one. One summer, for a little extra money, I applied to be a canvasser in Berkeley. Our main job was to go door to door and collect donations for a certain cause. They expected me to memorize a lengthy speech in which I would recite at each person’s door. And to make matters worse I worked from 2 pm to 8 pm, in corrosive neighborhoods of Richmond. I literally wanted to cry every time I had to go to work. I was forced to walk in unknown territories, speak to rude people, and be out of my comfort zone. Did I mention it rained my first week of working? I held up for two weeks and quit. This job, hands down, was the worst job ever.
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