The senior year in high school was loaded with activities that I wanted to participate in.  It didn't feel right to ask my parents for this sort of recreation, so I checked in with the school's job placement office.  At sixteen, I still had to get parental permission...a Work Permit.  That wasn't a problem.

Livingston's (aka Livingston Bros.), a ladie's retail store, was located in the pre-Stonestown Galleria mall.  With the exception of the shoes sales team, the rest of the staff was made up of mostly coeds (most likely from SF State).  My supervisor was a very tall woman [name forgotten].  The manager of the store was Thelma Chrystal.

My official title was "Delivery Clerk" and included such tasks as taking care of all incoming and outgoing shipments made via UPS and USPS, delivering the postal packages by hand to the nearby post office.  I don't recall FedEx being used back then.  Additionally I handled all the gift wrapping and maintaining the gift wrapping supplies.  My office space was in the basement which I shared with Cynthia, a coed who worked sorting and tagging merchandise received before putting them in the racks upstairs.  When I wasn't involved in the delivery part of my job I'd spend time waxing the racks to allow free movement of the clothes hangers.

As this was a part time job after school, my fifteen hours work week started after my last class and ended when the store closed (I actually got to lock up the store).  This meant that I would have to sacrifice all after school JROTC activities which included drill practice and its lesser ceremonies.  It would also mean I would not fully serve my duties in the capacity of Battalion Adjutant.  It was a sacrifice I had to make if I wanted to pay for my senior activities.

One of the perks of this job was that I was given a store credit card with a employee discount.  I really couldn't go wild with this little treasure as there was really nothing I was interested in buying.  I did however listened to my father when he told me I should consider buying my mother a gift.  I bought an ornate, yellow ginger jar.  But not forgetting my significant other at the time, I gifted her a blue and white ginger jar.  Both were one of a kind in the store.

During the summer when I was not at scout camp or the National Jamboree (also a scout function) I was able to work 8 hrs per day.  The pay was excellent as I was making union wage in the beginning at $2.85/hr.  During the summer however, I was making $3.05/hr.  

The good times would not last.  As my work appeared to conflict with my college schedule, I made a hasty decision to quit.  To compound matters, I dropped the class that conflicted with the job, only to retake it the following semester.