It’s a Bird, It’s a Tomato… It’s Anna at her first job?

In my first job out of college, I planned special events for a non-profit organization in Richmond, VA.

As the youngest member of the 6-woman staff, I was also the guinea pig – chosen to do the random things that no one else would be caught dead doing.

At one point, I found myself lying face down in the back of a pick up truck with a rope tied around my waist. My teammate drove the truck, and I hung out the back end spray painting arrows on the road so that cyclists wouldn’t get lost on an upcoming bike tour fundraising event.

I’m not kidding.

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On another day, this happened.

And on this particular day, I was instructed to dress up like a tomato and compete in the “Hot Tomato” competition as part of a tomato festival taking place in Richmond.

I stood in front of a crowd of hundreds.

I pretended I was a cheerleader and used crowd involvement to spell out TOMATO (Give me a T, Give me an O…) Then I did a few jumps, said something about the non-profit organization into the microphone and left the stage.

I won third-runner up.

And Even Steven said I looked like I should have been competing in the MR. Hot Tomato competition.

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This post was first published over two years ago. I still have fond memories/nightmares of my first job out of college!

What was your first job like?

14 thoughts on “It’s a Bird, It’s a Tomato… It’s Anna at her first job?

  1. LOL we have a Tomatoe Festival in East Nashville every year that is kind of like Mardi Gras! You should get that outfit back out and come next August! You would be a big hit and probably win lots of bloody marys!

  2. My first job was babysitting. It was the hardest work I’ve ever done. I was a shy kid, and one woman I babysat for actually came to my house and picked me up on a HORSE, a huge one. I was horrified. I had to ride with her down the street to her house. I watched her three kids, one climbed out a window and was walking on the roof of a two story house, then saw a bee in the window and sprayed it with mace and we all started choking and couldn’t breathe and had to evacuate the house. I had no idea what had happened until after we were outside. FUN! All that for $1.00 an hour.

  3. Oh wow. I was very blessed that my first job was very well paid, down the road and able to do it in my pjs! I was ‘helping’ a rich lady to organise her life with her 5 kids. I paid her bills using blank cheques woooooop

  4. The green wig really gives it that extra touch! Is that the green wig your kids wear today?

    My first job was illegal. And no, I wasn’t a drug dealer. That happened later in life (I’m kidding.. maybe). I worked at an Italian restaurant at 15 and worked the bar (hence the illegal part). My managers were pill dealers and paying me under the table. I was working 6-7 days a week until about 10-11pm. It was so much fun though.

    They’re unfortunately in jail now. Turns out they were stealing money from the restaurant and putting it in their personal bank account. And they all had matching stolen Mercedes.

  5. I didn’t want to comment on your Worst Day post, but you are not the only person who has ever had to do that. I didn’t, but apparently one of my precursor’s did. And not only was she rummaging through the garbage to find a $25,000 restitution check…so was the JUDGE! I kid you not. Hey, $25k is enough moolah to get the man in robes to dive in. (NOTE: The check was found on the floor under her garbage can in the office after hours of dumpster diving.)

    My first job after turning 18 was as a board operator (read: pee-on) at a radio station. I spent several weeks training and learned that one of the reel-to-reel machines (yeah, I’m that old) had a slight quirk…when re-winding a reel, you had to press play before pressing stop or the reel would jump and unwind some of the tape.

    Mmkay.

    On my first solo night I was in a panic to rewind and switch the reel before the playing song ran out and I forgot that little tidbit. I hit rewind and just as it got to the end, I hit STOP. Ho. Lee. Crap. The tape didn’t unwind a little, it flipping exploded and draped itself over every single switch, corner or otherwise non-flush portion of every machine in the room. Some of the tape could not be saved and the last song was Debbie Gibson’s “Only in my Dreams”.

    And that was the night that Debbie Gibson died.

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