Ask anyone over 35 what their summer job was, and they’ll have an answer or two. Theme parks. Restaurants. Retail stores. Local boutiques. Call centers. Lifeguard stands. Camp counselor gigs that paid in bug spray and sunburns. Once upon a time, I got my first summer job at Target, when big-box stores still trained you in folding techniques and how to survive the back-to-school rush.
That was normal. Teenagers and college students flooded the workforce when school let out. And smart managers made room for us. The good ones even let us stay on through the year, working around our class schedules.
