Even in my single-digit years, I really wanted a job. It didn’t matter what it was – teacher, waitress, office assistant – pretty much as soon as I figured out that I needed money to obtain more beanie babies, and money was acquired through having a job, I wanted in on the game. I asked my dad about it, and he explained to me that I had to work for money. He said it was something a person earned.
“So let me work, then,” I said.
“School is your work,” he answered.