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Work experience common app essay.
"Pikachu! Order!" I had finally grown accustomed to the new nickname my fellow workers had given me since I'd started a job at Rubio's. The nickname didn't only serve as a moniker but served as more as the final step into my initiation process into the close "familia" that I would soon love and enjoy the company of. Rubio's became the first place I received my first paycheck, my first warning, my first order, my first tip and my first apron. The ordinary Mexican restaurant became the foundation of my work experience by not only teaching me how to operate efficiently but also humility. At the start of looking for jobs, part of me wanted an insight of the people who work behind the counters of fast food chains so I chose Rubio's. I endured days filled with monotony and physical exhaustion, cleaning, serving, and refilling. I wondered why anyone would keep this job for years, until a pair of overworked eyes told me.
"This job is my life", Maria said wearily. Under her apathetic eyes, the reason why she put up with this meaningless, mundane job was revealed. Her job decides between a life of being a vagabond of the streets or living in a home. This humbling moment gave me a pure insight of the life of a worker.
Work experience common app essay.
"Pikachu! Order!" I had finally grown accustomed to the new nickname my fellow workers had given me since I'd started a job at Rubio's. The nickname didn't only serve as a moniker but served as more as the final step into my initiation process into the close "familia" that I would soon love and enjoy the company of. Rubio's became the first place I received my first paycheck, my first warning, my first order, my first tip and my first apron. The ordinary Mexican restaurant became the foundation of my work experience by not only teaching me how to operate efficiently but also humility. At the start of looking for jobs, part of me wanted an insight of the people who work behind the counters of fast food chains so I chose Rubio's. I endured days filled with monotony and physical exhaustion, cleaning, serving, and refilling. I wondered why anyone would keep this job for years, until a pair of overworked eyes told me.
"This job is my life", Maria said wearily. Under her apathetic eyes, the reason why she put up with this meaningless, mundane job was revealed. Her job decides between a life of being a vagabond of the streets or living in a home. This humbling moment gave me a pure insight of the life of a worker.