<p>I have to write an essay, about anything... i chose about my job and the effects. Please grade or anything, thank you!</p>
<p>McMoney
I remember that Nike sign as red as I see fire, I would swarm those shoes like ants swarm a stick that just stirred their home. Those had to be the ones, those were the ones, we connected and they fitted. The majority of my life I always saw something that had to be in my possession, but could never attain, why? I had no money. I would catch sight of ideal pair of shoes, turn around and take a deep breath. </p>
<p>Mom, can I get those? I would nervously ask.</p>
<p>Sure, if you have the money for them. She would cynically reply.
All the countless times that this sequence occurred made me crave money, money, and
more money. I would always envision when I got that paycheck, there would be nothing to stop me from going all out and buying enormous amounts of, well everything and my dreams would come true, or so I thought.
Completely out of my financial reach with a price tag of 79.99$. The shoes appeared gleaming under the display light, waiting for a desiring customers parent to hand the Benjamin over to the cashier. Worryingly, I would haltingly approach my mom, all the while intensely
visualizing what I would say to get her to concur. </p>
<p>Mom, can I get those shoes? I just really didnt have that long of a walk.</p>
<p>If you have the money sure, in fact you should get 2 pairs. She would harshly reply.</p>
<p>I certainly presumed it was merely the wording of my asking, until I reread the price tag. </p>
<p>I cant wait till I work and get money. I would depressingly respond. At the earliest I distinctly remember this cycle, I was barely 14, therefore I had to wait 2 excruciating bankrupt years.
Frankly, another peculiar dream of mine was to always eat and ideally work at
McDonalds. As a first job. There was no way of separating me from McDonalds; I loved that place with a passion. The day finally arrived and I turned 16, old enough to work. The opportunity to become rich had sparked and I would guide that spark to an immense pile of wood. My guidance led that spark to McDonalds, the McDonalds on Starcrest. I entered unknowingly of what was to come, and the first thing I encountered was foreshadowing to me. I saw the poster of the Monopoly guy with money taking off in all directions, then and there I knew that I found the right place, that Monopoly guy was going to be me. I cautiously asked for an application and they happily gave me one, as to implying that I would never get hired, so it didnt matter if I even filled it out, which I considered a possibility for about 3 seconds. I took that application and thought of it as a stepping stone to a grand high school job, I was pleased at my abilities that were necessary to be a Big Mac creator, I was sure that I would acquire the position. But I had to be overt to other options, so I applied to other places. </p>
<p>An agonizing week passed by and I finally took upon the task of calling them for a
change. What an idea, it worked so well that I obtained an interview that Wednesday.
Wednesday, done with first half of the week of school. Wednesday, beginning with second half of the week of school. Wednesday, my interview. The day came and I wasnt nervous, more like uncertain of the outcome the interview will induce to both me and my job opportunity. I was well dressed and with high goals, me being hired. I entered McDonalds, again looking at the poster with the Monopoly guy and again my future was foreshadowed. My hands got clammy and my stomach queasy as I walked towards the table the manager led me too, as I advanced I glanced at the glances the workers gave me, and wondered if this was the right place for me to work at. More than enough went through my head about failing this interview and ultimately myself. This interview brought a job to me but most importantly experience and knowledge. Oh yeah, and definitely money, in fact, thats why I applied in the first place. Money is the source of my motivation. As I was taking a seat, I noticed how laid back and calm the manager was, thankfully that brought my anxiety level down. I was shocked that the interview ending so abruptly and hurried, the interview only took 10 minutes. I was curious and dismayed, thinking that he just didnt want me or just got tired of me. </p>
<p>Suddenly he turned to me and said Youre hired. </p>
<p>My money reign had begun. My dream had begun. Money and McDonalds. I started my first workday on a Saturday, throughout the rest of the couple weeks; I applied my abilities and worked hard and long hours. After 2 weeks, I received my first well earned paycheck. Tuesday came, the day to pick up my paycheck, it was glorious. Sun shining, birds chirping, and the scent of the grand McFries made receiving the paycheck all the more glorifying. I opened it and reality hit me. I have a job at McDonalds, its really happening, and I am getting paid for this. The paycheck amounted to 250$, rounded up. Immediately I started to daydream and plan my spending. I came to realize that I could barely purchase an IPod Touch. We, my money and I, went over to Target for the day and viewed my options on the IPod, could only get the 8GB, though it was the 4th generation. That would do, that would have to do, I excitedly engaged my feet to take the steps toward the cashier. I arrived, as if I could buy 10 of what I was holding in my hand. </p>
<p>Would this be all Sir? She had to ask. </p>
<p>For now. I answered without hesitation. </p>
<p>That will be 248.85$. She demanded.</p>
<p>Now, to my circumstances and to others as well, with this kind of money you would
unconsciously hand it over knowing that more and more would come to you. But I couldnt deal with this kind of spending; it was a shock to me when I gave this amount of money up. I was content with the purchase, but not with the spending the money part. I came to a conclusion right then and there; Im just going to save up my money, see where that leads too. Ever since then I just keep my money in my checkings account shielded by Wells Fargo from the world the Money used to mingle with.</p>