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What was your first job? Was it fun? Did it make you happy? Why did you leave? Did you learn all that you wanted to? What are some things you wish you were taught?
On March 15th, 2019, my best friend called me, on behalf of her boss, into the top restaurant in my town to work as a busser. Simple work, right? Cleaning tables can't be too hard. Well...sometimes it was. Working here gave me a happiness I had never experienced. I loved learning. I loved the food. The way the staff was a family. The fun we had. The summer trip everyone took to The State Fair. It felt like a home...
Within my first month, they asked me to step in doing maintenance as well. Funny story; I'll tell you later ;) It was a daily thing, come in and clean the whole building. Those shifts were only three hours at MOST though, which sucked. Cleaning toilets? Not fun... However, by October 2020, I traded in my plunger for an apron, and began my duties as a prep worker. I was in the kitchen, but I couldn't have done it without my soulmate and best friend, ultimately giving me her position. Working in the kitchen opened up a new passion I didn't even know I had...
By January 2020, my boss told me she was gonna put me on the schedule for serving! I was looking forward to this especially, because I loved talking to the customers and seeing the smiles on their faces as they ate. They first trained me in the banquet room, for larger parties. Each night I worked back there, I walked away with at least $150 in tips. And soon after, they began to train me on the floor, taking orders, working the register, and giving me more one on one time with customers. But then came COVID...
March 15th, 2020, exactly one year from my very first day. That was the day my boss called me and told me we had to shut down... I wasn't even fully trained as a server yet. I was absolutely crushed. But I told myself I could handle it. Wait for them to open, and resume my duties wherever I am needed. But they never reopened... After a few months of nothing, no money coming in, unemployment never came through for me, too much free time. I started gaining back the weight I had lost during my time at the restaurant. I started getting tired of sitting around feeling like I had no life.
During quarantine, I spent 99% of my time having sex. So when my partner looked at me and said, "You should start an OF. You'd be good at it and we need the money". I didn't hesitate. I made myself an account and got started. I began with a free page and acquired over 200 fans within two weeks. The thing they don't mention about a free page? Men don't pay. They don't purchase posts, PPV's. They just sit back, and wait for the free stuff. I was only making $100 a week, if that. So I opened up a paid account as well. And now I direct people to the free page to get a little taste of what I offer, then have all the noods, lewds, and other explicit material on my paid. I started making a decent amount each week. Twice my paychecks at the restaurant. And after about a month? I wasn't just doing it for the money... I had found something exhilarating, something that made me feel so so confident. Something that made me feel like I was needed.
Read My Life as an XX Model ~ WHY? for the continued story. :)
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