First part-time job My first part-time job was as an archivist at an Eye Care Clinic. It was a good job for a sixteen-year old high-school student. I had to be at work at 07:00 a.m and would leave by noon. I remember that I got really excited about the job. I would always give my best while working because it was not easy to find a part-time job back then, and the money that I getting was enough to buy my stuff and to party - that was all wanted. In the first weeks when I started the job, the archive was a muddle. There were mountains of files spread all over the place - very disheartening. Whereupon, it occurred to me, as soon as I managed to make things neat, my job would become much easier. I toiled over that files for two months to get it organized. Even my boss was surprised when she looked at it. After that things loosed up. I worked as a part-time archivist for a year. Then, after I graduated from high school, I begin working full-time. What I liked about my occupation was, on the one hand, the workplace atmosphere. There were the doctors, the nurses, the secretaries, the people of the management sector, the cleaners, and the archivist, of course. Everyone got along well. Every month there were a worker-birthday list pinned on the kitchen's wall. So, the doctors, to observe the employees' birthday, would pay a special breakfast for everybody. On the other hand, I think working in an archive for a long period of time can be detrimental to a person's mental health. You are confined within a cramped room, alone, doing monotonous tasks all day long. After a while it starts to get boring. It was a nice part-time job, but it's not a job that I would like to go back to.