Reflective Essay: How Hardwork Changed My Life

I was almost graduating from high school when I first got my job at subway. I would say it wasn't a hard job but it did have its moments but before that I’d remember that a majority my classmates went to work while I stayed at home being a potato. I would always tell myself I do not have the time to go work, I have to study when in reality I was just plain lazy. I remember that day when my siblings asked if I was ready to start paying bills and I gave a simply shocked look. The thought having to work, interacting with strangers frightened me and it was something I feel like I was putting off.

Everyday I welcomed my father home when he returned from work always exhausted and worn out, although that's what is expected working in construction. Sitting at the kitchen table I remember I would ask how far did he go, how was the drive back, is the project almost done, just questions to see how it was going and he would ask how I was. Sometime it seemed like I was just taking him for granted, always asking him for money, new things yet I did not want to go work, I did not know the struggle, the hard work that needed to be done. At some point, the

A couple of interesting experiences occurred during my time there. I had came into work earlier than usual to cover for someone and then a few minutes later. I see a big family of maybe eight people come in and I remember thinking to myself maybe not all of them are going to order but apparently each of them had decided to order two. My head was just shock, it was something I would never expect and I remember having to move along quicker with my coworker putting gloves taking out the bread from the pantry to cutting down the middle over and over again and then having to remember what kind of subs they were to ring up. Not only was it them in the store but even other customers showed and waited as