The story
When I was eighteen, I got my first job.
I worked in a small coffee shop near the university.
On my first day I was very nervous.
I did not know how to use the coffee machine.
My manager showed me three times.
The first week was hard. I stood for eight hours every day.
My feet hurt and I was always tired.
But I liked talking to the customers.
Some of them came every morning and I learned their names.
At the end of the month I got my first salary.
It was not much money, but I bought a present for my mother.