The Truth About Summer Jobs

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Eileen Gittins
Founder and CEO of Blurb

One summer in college, I worked at a friend’s family farm in Herndon, Virginia. And I mean work, as in physical, manual labor—waking up at 4:30 in the morning, picking up bushels of corn and tomatoes, driving trucks to market. There were only four girls at the farm, and all the rest were guys. There was no mercy because of gender. If you couldn't pick up that 70-pound bushel to hoist it onto the flatbed truck, tough luck. Figure it out. You're here, you signed up for this, so get on with it. No whining, and no drama queens. That summer job was more physically exhausting, and my current job is more mentally exhausting, but at the end of the day, hard is hard. There are days when I come home and I am as emotionally and mentally drained as I was physically drained from working on the farm. There are days when you just don’t feel like it, whatever it is. Those early experiences taught me the discipline to know that that's too bad. You still have to show up.