With the winter vacation coming, I realized I needed to find a part-time job, because I didn't want to ask my parents for money. I had imagined having a job at a winter camp where I could play games with children. In fact, the only job I could find was cleaning up tables at a local convenience store.
At first, I wanted to give up the job because getting up too early in the morning made me unhappy. I'll never forget how tired I felt on my first day, but I'll never forget sitting together and talking about our days with my workmates for the first time either. Suddenly, I felt good to be a member of them.
After working at the convenience store for almost one year, I was used to getting up so early, because I knew there would be a few good moments every day there.
Working at the convenience store, I've learned to grow into a boy that can depend on myself and get along well with others. And I'm not the shy person that I used to be. Meeting an impolite customer might make me feel bad, but very soon I could deal withitwithout difficulty. The job has given me so much, and I can't wait to go back to the convenience store and continue to grow from my experience.
