At the young age of sixteen, I started my first job. Like most first jobs, it was a lot of toil for little pay, although I was just thankful to have a job. My father passed away when I was certainly young, and my mother never remarried. My mom worked a full-time job of her own to support the family, so I knew that if I wanted to go to school, I would have to spend money for it all on my own. I started laboring a second job at the age of seventeen which was much easier than my first job, but was still a good amount of work. For my second job, I worked sixth shift at a local grocery store, and I was almost always sited in the freezer part to stock the frozen foods. Again, I was thankful for the job, although I hated it because it was so cold. I bought hand and feet warms for the days that I worked at the grocery store. It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of July or January, I always wore several layers to toil because it was just so cold. I remember buying an electric heating system for my bedroom at home. I would run the heating system from the time I got house from toil until I went to bed no matter what the temperature was outside. I used to ask my mom if she would turn the a/c off in the house a few hours before I got house so that I wouldn’t freeze when I got home. I’ve worked several job since that one, although I don’t guess I’ve ever worked a colder job than that one.