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=**My First Job**=

I have always wanted to work, everyone in my family has worked in some type of job. I have wanted the feel of money in my pocket and also to be even more proud knowing I earned it. My first job was at the TAGGITI Inn in Costa Mesa. My job was to clean rooms, I wasn’t alone, my friend was also working and a lady who was my boss. My boss is the kind of person you'd like to be around to have a good laugh but also can work your heart out. The thing about every room is that they all smell like cigar smoke. No matter how clean the room looks like, in some way they are dirty. Rarely do you find “surprises” in the rooms. Sometimes if your lucky you can find money laying around, but if the person is still staying in the room,hands off, but if they checked out its all yours. Many times and I mean many times you find things you don’t want to find, inappropriate things. There is this one room that I will never forget. My boss and my friend were working on the last room because there were some staines that were hard to get out, I went on to the next room and when I opened it, the most foul putred smell overwhelmed me. It was disgusting, there was food every where, the bed was untouched, wish I could say the same for the rest of the room. The person left food and only god knows what is in the black plastic bag. Mcdonalds, Jack in the box, Panda Express, Mexican food, and Italian food it was all over the counters and even on the TV. It took us a while to clean it up, the smell of the room slowed us down,it was horrible. On that day I wished the cigar smell was in that room.