My First Job.

I remember when I got my first job back at home. I worked at the Point Mallard Ice Complex, my uncle was my manager. But that really didn't make a difference in the working situation. He was my boss at work, and my Uncle outside of that. I do admit, it helped us get a lot closer and have things to talk about at family functions and such.
Let me give you the run down on what I did. I was hired to be the office assistant, or rather to work in the office. There was one girl working the office before I got there, and then there was another girl that I worked with most of the time. So for the first couple of weeks or the first month rather, I worked in the concession stand where I slaved over the fryer and threw fries into the baskets and cooked funnel cakes that popped hot grease onto my arms, I had to push the button for nacho cheese to come out of the machine and half of the time the cheese would be out and someone before me would forget to replace it. Hamburgers on the grill left black circles that could only be cleaned off by throwing ice on it and letting it sizzle up where I could scrape it off.
I ran the cash register and was later promoted to the office. I loved answering the phone and telling people how to get to the ice rink, or telling people what our birthday packages were it was so exciting!! I loved all of the adults that I worked with. Barry Smith the manager was probably one of the funniest people I ever talked to up there. He always had to say something about "Those Mormons going up there and trying to buy every state in the west, they are going to get Nevada next." He always ran around like a chicken with his head cut off, but he put a lot of trust in us at the Ice Rink and he tried to make things as easy as possible for us to work out for our good.
Then there is Alexa. I love her to death. She was like a second aunt or relative or something to me. Haha. I appreciate her kindness she has been through a lot in her life and I admire her strength and determination to continue pressing on. Even though the people at the Rink may not have looked to everything in her favor she stood up for what she knew and defended her points. She treated us kids well.
I do miss all of them at work and their nice little country ways. I miss Barry laying on the bench saying he was sick.. even though he really wasn't, then we got off on corn prices and fuel and the economy, just little stuff like that is the south. Sure it can happen anywhere else but I have to go back to Randy Travis's song... "As long as old men sit and talk about the weather, as long as old women sit and talk about old men.".. That is what the south is, rocking chairs, lemonade, and old men talking about the weather.