When the First Job is the Worst, by Deb Meredith

Before I started working, I had never operated a coffee maker or a fax machine, and I had never had an email address (it was a different time, people!). My work experience consisted of a college job in the archives, and a summer job as a tour guide in Washington, DC. The first job was icy cold (the temperature was adjusted to the comfort level of the documents, not the…

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

But if I’d quit when I should have, I wouldn’t have this story, by Deb Katie

My first job was working in my father’s office over the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school. During this time, my little sister would come to the office after day camp and hang out in the back room, where the radio (office-friendly oldies, of course) played the loudest. I think one of my fondest memories ever is my seven-year-old sister walking around the office, singing to…

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

In which Deb Kristina tells of the days before the Do Not Call list

My first job was a little unusual, I think, as first jobs go. I worked as a summer office temp for my best friend’s dad’s mortgage company. It was full time, five days a week, just like any other office job. I was fifteen and couldn’t drive, but some co-workers happened to live nearby so they drove me both directions every day. It wasn’t a bad job at all. I…

Monday, February 2, 2009

Heavy Lifting and Monty Python…by Deb Eileen

As a part of my day job I visit the various worksites of my clients so that I can better understand what they do and if they’ll be able to go back to work at some point in the future. It’s a great way to get the behind the scenes view of different occupations. Some of the more interesting jobs I’ve researched and visited include: fire fighter surgical instrument sterilizer…

Friday, July 18, 2008

A Girl By Any Other Name by Guest Author Therese Fowler

Please join us in welcoming deb friend and fellow debut author, Therese Fowler as our guest blogger today. Therese’s debut novel Souvenir is a February Target Bookmarked Breakout title, a March Book Sense Notable, a Featured Alternate Selection for Doubleday and Literary Guild book clubs, a Romantic Times Book Reviews Mainstream Fiction Top Pick, the Barnes & Noble New Reads Book Club selection for May, and is now or will…

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Jobs: The First, Worst, Best & Surprisingly Unpleasant by Deb Danielle Younge-Ullman

The First: I worked in a lingerie store when I was seventeen. I’d had two-week office temp gigs and even worked in an aerosol factory over March Break one year (which gave me a lifelong aversion to the feel of cardboard and the smell of latex gloves) but those jobs were through family connections and only short term. The lingerie store was a “real” job and a thrill at first…

Thursday, February 21, 2008

It’s Only Temporary by Deb Lisa Daily

My first job, and my second, and my thirty-seventh were temp jobs. My mom’s good friend worked in a temp agency, and even though you were supposed to be eighteen, they let me go out on jobs right after my sixteenth birthday. I sold popcorn at pro football games. I answered the phone at every insurance company in town. I worked telethons and dental conventions. And I worked a whole…

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Open Wide and Say Blah! by Deb Jenny

I was torn over how far back to go to dredge up a first job story. I wasn’t sure if my first job ever was what was called for, or my first real post-college job (working as a publicist for a US Senator), about which I have all sorts of great dish but alas, that probably needs to be kept to myself to avoid potential scandals at this late date….

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

How I Became a Writer by Deb Danielle Younge-Ullman

All week I’ve been wracking my brain for something clever and/or deep to say about stereotypes. The Oppressor (aka my husband, Michael) suggested I turn it around and talk about “types of stereos” and earlier today I seriously considered haiku or possibly writing in iambic pentameter. But finally, just as I’ve run out of time and must write something, I’ve realized I could tell you about how I came to…

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Strapped in Front of MTV by Deb Gail

We were broke: our car stalling more often than it started, my husband’s tuition and textbook bills outpacing my teacher’s salary. So I marched into WNNE-TV, the local NBC affiliate in the ramshackle building behind the old Holiday Inn in White River Junction, Vermont, and told them I wanted to be an anchor. I’d been studying the local anchors for weeks and I thought, how hard could it be? Someone…

Monday, August 27, 2007