This is the story of my first job.
I was 12 years old when I started working for my mom. She owns a vet clinic and my job was to do all the grunt work (cleaning, feeding animals, holding the dogs when they get their nails trimmed etc etc). The job paid minimum wage ($7.50 in my state) but for a child with no bills to pay it seemed like a pretty good deal. It was not a good deal.
Rant incoming: I’m just gonna start listening things off that upset me
Starting the first day of summer break I worked for my mom 3 days a week for 10 hours every dad (keep in mind I’m 12 years old at this point)
Am almost certain that I was paid less than minimum wage. Im pretty sure the way that the way that my bank account was set up was that all incoming funds would go through my moms account where she would then transfer the money over to me (I’m pretty sure it was done this way because I was too young to set up a bank account but she could’ve just been talking out of her ass).
The only raise I ever got was $0.25. For the almost one year I worked the only raise I ever received was a quarter.
I got injured at a work party. I got some pretty serious road rash on my right arm and shoulder. My compensation? I got to take the next day off.
I was late to my 13th birthday party because I “had a commitment to my job” and wasn’t allowed to even request off that day(this was when school had started so I was only allowed to work on Saturdays)
Sorry for complaining so much. I feel like reddit (and more specifically this subreddit) is the only place that share my story without someone giving me a bullshit excuse on why being miserable is more important that being a child. Thank you for reading