|Mom's in the back, circled|
After A few months of waiting tables and spilling drinks, I was called in for an interview at the Pajama Factory where my Mom worked as a seamstress most of her adult life. Above is a photo of her way back B/B (before bobbi).
I was about to get the job of my dreams - I'd be a factory worker!! Full time work making more money meant I could buy a new car, new clothes, shoes... well... you get the picture. At eighteen it was all about 'me'! One of the first things I purchased was a new coat (above).
Now it was Mom's turn to be proud of me. All of her factory friends were amazed at how fast and efficiently I worked. The supervisor was not sorry that Mom recommended me for the job. I was on piece work and the faster I worked, the more money I made. I was a working machine!
Being very shy, I found that the best thing about working in the sewing factory was, I could put on my headphones and listen to my favorite radio station drowning out all of the machinery and gossip that was happening around me.
To Be Continued....