Work

Working at Magic Mountain is probably one of the biggest conflicts in my young life. It seems to crazy to me because the reason I started working there wasn't to get more money, or to pay for anything specifically, but to fulfill my part of the bargain with my parents, that if I became gainfully employed by a source of money outside of the household I could own a car, and I did it. I went and applied, interviewed and got hired. Really a big step for a person just 17 years of age, and my life changed because of it. I now own a blue 2008 Mazda 3, and I couldn't be happier. I think my car is the best thing in the entire world, but that really isn't the point of this post. This post is to get my feelings of working at Magic Mountain out there in the world. Working at Magic Mountain for me is a contradiction. It is both rewarding and frustrating, prideful and embarrassing. When people ask me where I work sometimes I hesitate to say Magic Mountain, I guess I don't think it is the coolest place to work, something about the bright orange name tag and neon green shit screams "I'M NOT COOL!" to me. But it is a job, and it's my job. Just like every other job on the face of the planet they pay me once a week for my services of running their restaurant, and it isn't a hard job to do. I also do enjoy that it gives me lots of different stories, I don't think any other teenager that works somewhere else has had the opportunity to work with those who are deaf, multilingual, and even international workers. As frustrating as my job is sometimes I guess I take for granted that I have all these opportunities. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, is that from now on I'm going to try to be a little bit more proud about working at Six Flags Magic Mountain. :)