Tuesday, March 29, 2011
My first job, other than caddying, was here dishwashing at the old Edna's Restaurant. She was on the job at midnight to start cooking her famous muffins. The doors opened at 2 AM and it was pretty much packed til 9. Truckers on the way up Rt 302, bar patrons looking for breakfast after a long night and guys like Dad on his way to work, they all knew the way to Edna's. Breakfast was the main draw. It was known around the city. When I walked in at 6 AM, I was always faced with a mountainous display of egg-caked dishes. It usually took me til 8 to catch up. Load after load, I washed by hand. It was just two crazy waitresses, Edna and me, along for the ride. The kitchen usually was filled with either hysterical laughter or very disturbed screaming! I saw the boss show great love towards her grown son, on his way back from Maine Maritime Academy in Castine and disdain for waitresses she fired mid-order for screwing up! It was a volatile kitchen at times. I loved it! She must have liked me though, because I got a set of keys and was allowed to lock up after I washed the floors and all was quiet. And, oh ya, it was just a one minute walk from home. That was a fun-filled summer for a sixteen year old. Remember your first job? Fun or a disaster?