I learned about risk taking when I was fifteen years old.
We had just moved from Rapid City, South Dakota to Denver, Colorado.
After arriving and getting settled - I immediately went looking
for a job - so that I could make the payments on my 1969 Chevy
Impala. They were a whopping $25 per month. That gives you an idea of
the costs of things back then.
Hope that didn’t give my age away.
I had applied at a fast food restaurant and several other places.
After putting in all my applications and waiting a few days - I never received one call - very frustrating.
Now I am not advocating telling fibs - but I decided to call the fast food restaurant and tell them I was following up to see if they had attempted to contact me - I had told them I was out of town.
As luck would have it - the manager told me to come on in for an interview - the sooner the better.
My guess is as I look back on the time - the manager probably just lost another employee - and my timing was perfect.
Well - I got the job - in the kitchen area.
Every time I was caught up - I would go to see if I could help out in other areas - such as the front of the house - helping the manager with inventory - closing out the registers.
Now - I was not trying to do anything else but learn and keep busy.
After about one year - I was now 16 years old - the main manager was fired - the assistant manager was promoted to manager - and guess what - I was promoted to assistant manager at the age of 16 years old.
I stayed successfully in that position until I left for the Marine Corps at 17 years old.
Thank you and May God Bless you!