Jobs aren’t always what they seem. Even the easiest jobs have some disadvantages. Never discredit someone because they flip burgers for a living or because they’re a taxi driver. Having a job strains so much energy out of a person and I wasn’t aware of that.
 

The first day I started babysitting was in July. The first couple of days were fun and as easy like school. I knew the kids from before because they were my mother’s, friends, children, and so I was familiar with their attitude. My mom would always say good luck with the kids before I left everyday knowing what I had gotten myself into. That week I made $80 for two days. I felt like I was on top of the world and nobody could stop me. The next week everything began to go downhill.
 

The next week I babysat, the kids were finally showing their true colors. It was a hot wednesday and I had no energy to deal with them. Their house had no air conditioning except for their mothers room so I had the doors open hoping a gust of wind would blow through. I was in the fridge trying to figure out what to make for lunch when all of a sudden I hear a crash behind me and I turn and their mom’s blue sugar bowl was on the ground with sugar everywhere! I got them out of the kitchen and sat them down with the television on. As soon as I left the room the children started arguing and hollering at each other. I began to hear crashes as if they were throwing their toys. I went back to the living room and the house looked like elephants had come through and destroyed everything. I was not happy at all! Before I was told I could give them a tap on the butt, but I would never touch someone else’s child. I sat them on the stairs while we waited for their mother to come home. The stairs had a curve to it so it was easy to keep an eye on them. They had called me all types of names from the book. It was terrible. When their mother had come I told her everything which had happened while she was gone. She was not happy either. When I got home I crashed on the couch. I watched them for 10 hours from 6am to 4:30 pm. I had to work the next day and the cycle just repeated. I was told I could have friends over when I watched them but I was to embarrassed to. I had told everyone how good they were and how easy it was. On top of the kids being horrid, I had not gotten paid. Instead, I agreed on doing this daycare thing because the mother couldn’t afford to pay me herself, and I understood. I went through a lot of paperwork and waited 3 months before I seen a penny.
  Having a job is a big responsibility. You need to wake up on time and go no matter how you look. You can not call in sick what-so-ever or you don’t make as much money. Also, punishment can not be strict, they may be bad but they’re just kids. Punishment is time out. The kids also needs lots of attention. By attention, I mean playing with them whether it’s playing with the barbies or the xbox. While I was there, we did a lot of drawing and arts and crafts. I’d take them to the park once in awhile when they listened as a treat. Kids are very energetic! I wore my running shoes the first day. Again you have to keep the kids busy. You can not just sit there on your phone, put cartoons on and expect them not to get bored. You have to get up and watch them or they go crazy bouncing off the walls.
 

From my experience working I have learned it’s not as easy as it looks and I give my mother credit for everything she does. Not only does she work but she also takes care of my siblings and I and it is not easy at all! Also working is like a next step in life and you learn more responsibility. All in all my job wasn’t so good but it wasn’t so bad.