#GIRLBOSS ( PDFDrive )

The only good thing about being a child model was that I got to skip
school.
I
think I may hold some kind of record for Most Shitty Jobs Held Prior to
Turning Eighteen. Or if not that, I’d most certainly win the Most Shitty
Jobs That Lasted Two Weeks or Less Award. As a kid, I’d dabbled in
employment: lemonade stands, a paper route, babysitting, and a brief
stint as a child model that ended when I failed to muster the enthusiasm
to jump up and down and shout “Pizza Pizza!” at a Little Caesars casting.
My high school years were like speed dating, but for jobs. Maybe none of
these shitty jobs really saved my life, but I do believe that my variety of
short-lived failures, or as I prefer to call it, job promiscuity, made me an
experienced young adult. When you have an attention span the length of
an eyelash, it doesn’t take long to learn what you like and what you don’t.