I've always loved money. Ever since I was very little, I always thought that your not living if you don't have money. That's why I was ecstatic to get my first job. Finally, I was making my own money. At last, money that
I can say ''I earned''. No more asking mom for some change, or asking father for a dollar. I felt like i was already on my first step to becoming rich. My first job was something pretty easy to understand, definitely something I could get the hang of. I work for a detailing company that my bus driver owned. He hard work, and ambition in everything I did, so he offered me the opportunity to work for him. Of course, I accepted. At first he didn't make me do too much but then I got used to the work and started detailing cars on my own. Making nearly 75$ a gig