The Valpo Core Reader
 

Authors

Jennie Bloch

Document Type

Narrative Essay

Publication Date

1988

Excerpt

I walked nervously through the enormous colonial house that looked like no one had ever lived in it. My boss informed me that my first catering job would be working a country club party. During the month of February, the club is closed and members who are not lucky enough to jet to a summer home in Florida frequently invite one another over for cocktails to keep up all their incredibly important social contacts. My grandfather was the president of the club and I had met some very interesting people there. I envisioned myself dancing through clusters of people and smiling charmingly at them with a big tray of hors d'oeuvres in my hands. I thought I could make eight bucks an hour and be the life of the party at the same time. I couldn't have been more wrong. That first evening of catering I realized that a person's work almost completely dictates how she is treated by others.

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