I got a job with surprisingly little (almost 0, in fact!) effort. I deliver pizzas and answer phones and I work with really great people around my age and everything is really laid back and a great time. I love my job.
Sunday, we had a flash snow shower that left really wet, sticky snow over all the street signs. Sunday was my first day making deliveries on my own (besides 1 single run that I did on saturday). I deliver to an area barely a mile outside of the area that I actually know really well. In 4 hours I made about 5 deliveries (on a scale of 1 to 10 that's about a -3 for performance) and got lost twice. Oh and I forgot one poor lady's drinks and had to make that run twice. Also one guy lived on a hill and his driveway was ice-covered cement and I am not really allowed to walk on the grass. I fell on my ass and that hurt.
I was frustrated and upset and when I got home I was ready to cry, but after a half hour of that I felt pretty good about the whole experience. I had a singular bad day and everyone at the shop was cool about it, knowing that first days happen and everything was okay. I was sore from falling but that went away over night and I'd learned a bit which was kind of the point. I love my job, even on bad days.