Not every summer job that comes your way is a good one, but you can learn good lessons and skills from them.
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I was 14 years old. Minimum wage in Quebec was CDN$5 an hour. I worked full-time through July and August.
My job was to work in the shipping department of a small sportswear company, mainly putting price tags on pieces of clothing and packing boxes while listening to classic rock radio all day. I remember one of of my co-workers claimed to have been an ex-Israeli naval commando.
I'll never forget the feeling of getting my first paycheck ever, and the feeling which immediately followed it when I saw how much had been deducted for taxes.
How I got the job: through family. The sportswear company was co-owned by my dad (may he rest in peace), my uncle and my cousin. My dad was eager to give me a taste of what it's like to have a job, be in the workplace, manage responsibilities, etc.
I'm making that job title up. I don't think that I actually ever had a title in that fast-food restaurant, but that title best describes my role when I left.
This was the job that I blogged about in Lessons Learned from Odd Moments on the Job where one of my colleagues put a vat of ice cream in a storage closet instead of the freezer.
It was an eye-opener for me about how hard people work in a restaurant, and how stressful it can be. I started out as a pizza maker, moved up to cashier and eventually was handed some authority whenever the co-owners were out.
Ultimately though, and unexpectedly given the often-stressful hours, I got bored. I was only there for a few weeks.
How I got the job: I went in to order pizza with my mom, we got to chatting with a co-owner who was behind the counter, and he offered me the job on the spot.
The two co-owners are great guys. Their business has grown over the years and it's now become a Montreal institution (albeit in a different, larger location). I still stop by to say hi whenever I'm in town.
After leaving the pizzeria, I was back in the same shipping department at my dad's business, doing pretty much the same things yet with a little more responsibility. I enjoyed seeing some familiar faces, but it was also a reality lesson when I discovered that some of the others had been laid off or fired.
I was also happy that my dad was able to hire my good friend Jeff from school.
How I got the job: through family.
This was definitely the strangest summer job I ever had.
Jeff and I saw a classified ad in a local newspaper promising a well-paying job, called up and were invited for an interview. As it turns out, that interview was held with about 20 other people, and it wasn't so much an interview as a sales demonstration of how to move your quota of frozen seafood.
I remember being blown away by the sales abilities of the man running that meeting, but I had very little confidence in the complete lack of my own sales experience and one slick demo didn't help. Plus, even though I wasn't very religious at the time, I still wasn't crazy about selling non-kosher food like shrimp and lobster that I couldn't truthfully tell potential clients I enjoyed.
Jeff wasn't interested but I was still curious enough that I spent a full day as a trainee in a car with another trainee and a salesman, going around a nice neighborhood to see what we could earn.
As you can imagine, after spending all day on my feet going house to house to see the supposedly-experienced salesman make only 2 sales, I didn't continue with the program.
How I got the job: newspaper ad. Although, the ad was misleading since they would have taken anyone on board. This summer job was a scam where the salespeople had to purchase their quota from the company in advance, and if you couldn't sell your quota, it was your loss and not the company's since they wouldn't take it back.
Instead of going to work at my dad's again, I got a job in the shipping department of a larger company. I was an easy hire, having 2 summers as a shipper already under my belt.
This was the most unhealthy job I've had so far. As an asthmatic and allergy-sufferer, it wasn't great working all day in a warehouse that was much dustier than my father's. It was so bad that whenever I blew my nose, the contents of the tissue were black.
I wonder if there are any lingering health effects even today. A friend of a friend went to work as a reforester (tree-planter) in Western Canada that summer. Surprisingly dangerous, but still healthier than what I was doing.
How I got the job: through friends. Remember Jeff, the friend who worked with me at my dad's? His uncle worked at this larger company, and arranged the job for Jeff, and he then recommended me when there was another opening there.
That's just a fancy name for ‘typing robot'.
The McGill Summer Dental Clinic was created by my best friend Ilan's dad, Dr. Howard S. Katz (may he also rest in peace). A terrific idea- the dental care was provided by senior dental students under supervision, and the patients receiving the free care were either teenagers and/or disabled, i.e., patients that weren't as easily cared for by other dentists.
My 4-and-a-half week job through July was data entry, such as typing updated patient information into the clinic's computer database system.
How I got the job: through friends. Ilan also worked there doing data entry and was able to get one of the other data entry jobs for me. Of course, it was another easy hire because his dad already knew me well.
After the Clinic ended, for the second half of the summer, I rejoined the gang in the shipping department at my dad's company.
This was the last summer I would ever work there.
How I got the job: through family.
When that summer began, I was only one semester away from graduating with a degree in Computer Science, and I was hoping for a related summer job.
A good plan would have been to get my foot in the door (read: internship) and impress a boss who would want me back after graduation. However, I wasn't thinking along these lines since I already knew that I would be leaving Canada for Israel after that last semester.
I got a summer job as a tester for a local business software company, helping a team of their programmers improve the quality of their product. A good bunch of guys, one of them planted the idea in my head that it would be cool to live in Europe at some point (which I did, less than 3 years later).
The job only lasted for a month, though. I knew one of the co-founders from my local synagogue, and he was the main reason I was hired. The other co-founder wasn't happy with my hiring for a reason I still don't know, and was rude to me from Day 1. At first I just thought he was like that with everyone, and once I realized that wasn't the case, it just gave me extra motivation to do a good job and win him over.
Towards the end of the month, after I had already received good feedback from everyone else, I asked for a meeting with the other co-founder.
It didn't go well.
He made it clear that I was there against his will. Maybe he had wanted someone else but had been out-voted. I don't know and he didn't say.
Either way, it made me angry and I didn't want to spend the rest of the summer in that kind of atmosphere. I immediately went to speak to the co-founder I knew, and told him that I was leaving. He tried to convince me to stay, but I'd had enough.
How I got the job: through family. I don't know if my dad approached him first in the synagogue, or if the nicer co-founder asked my dad about my availability after learning I was in Computer Science, but the hire happened as a result of a conversation between them, that's for certain.
One of the reasons that I left the software testing job when I did was because it allowed me to have another July at the Dental Clinic.
How I got the job: through friends. One phone call to Ilan, who confirmed with his dad that I could have the position again, and I was good to go.
This was the only summer job I had outside of Canada, taken after I had made aliya (immigrated to Israel) and moved to Jerusalem.
I would have accepted almost anything to put a little more cash in my bank account before my recruitment into the IDF, only a few months away.
A training session taught me how to politely call people up at the least polite time- when they're having dinner i.e. the time they're most likely to be home, and run through a survey, recording their answers as quickly as possible.
It wasn't that much fun, but I did learn to become much more comfortable dealing with strangers over the phone, and the people I called were rarely as annoyed as I expected them to be.
How I got the job: a flyer with an ad was posted on the bulletin board in the building where I was living. There wasn't much of an interview process. Once you showed after the training session that you were competent, you were allowed to keep going.
So that's it. I hope you enjoyed reading about my summer job history, and getting some ideas about potential summer jobs for yourself/someone you know.
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