First Real Job and Where My Bitterness Began

Probably Should Have Thought This Through…

So at the ripe and mature age of 15, I got my first job. I don’t really remember why I thought it would be a good idea to be a trap puller for my town’s local gun range, but I did and jumped right in not having ever held a gun or gone hunting in my life.


For those of you who are like I was and have no idea what a gun ranger “puller” is, it’s the person who goes out with a shooter and pushes the button for the clay pigeons to shoot out when the shooter says “pull.” Easy enough, right?

Got My First Glimpse Into The Working World…

So as I mentioned before, I was not, and am not a hunter or an “outdoorsy woods person” by any means. I had never held a gun in my life. If you gave me a shotgun and asked me to reload it, I would be dead in under 7 seconds. My friend Kyle on the other hand was an AVID hunter, fisherman, camper, and whatever other outdoor activities there are and he loved every second of it. He grew up hunting with his dad and it ran in his family so it was only natural that he applied to be a puller at the range.

So at this point I had been “fired” by my horrid old neighbor (see here) a few years prior and hearing my dear friend Kyle brag about the money he had was making me miss having a steady income. Yes $4/ hour was absolutely a steady income at that age thank you very much.

“Hey Kyle, any chance you can put in a good word for me and get me a job?”

I went in after school that day and went in for an interview. It was a girl who worked the register and I remember her being super hot which made me immediately excited to start working there. I was hired on the spot and started the next day.

So I went in to begin my training and the lady who hired me was waiting there to get me started. I think her name was April. Oh God how I loved April.

Shortly after my lovely interaction with this Goddess, feeling great and looking forward to working with her every day I met the actual owner of the place, Larry. As you can probably see where I am going with this, Larry was not a Goddess by any means. Larry was an ass hole.

Up to this point, I had never met a more money hungry penny pinching douche bag in my life. I don’t want to list off every reason why I hated this man as I am sure most of you have had to deal with an annoying boss. One example. So we had a coffee pot in the main lobby or whatever and it was complimentary for any of the shooters that came in. We had to start at 7:30 in the morning because for God knows what reason, hunters seem to start their day at 3:00 am. So you would think this coffee would be complimentary for his well taken care of and valued employees right? Wrong. The selfish cheapskate who is Larry actually CHARGED US EMPLOYEES A DOLLAR PER CUP OF COFFEE.

I really and genuinely don’t understand bosses who treat their employees like absolute trash. How cheap can a man be?

This seems to be the case with pretty much every job out there these days unfortunately. There will never be enough ways to cut costs and make a few extra pennies with pretty much every job I’ve ever held.

Oh the sweet American way…

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