I remember my first day at a summer job during university. It was on the production line at a brewery. It smelled like the morning after a keg party which was not very pleasant. But I soon equated that smell with a great pay cheque as I was making a lot more than my previous student jobs in retail or lifeguarding.
However the very first day was one of the toughest. That morning at 6 a.m. as I sat eating breakfast, wondering what it would be like to work in a beer factory, a long distance ring jangled the phone. It was my uncle in Ireland. He said my beloved grandma had just passed away. Continue reading