My First Job

My First Job
What was your first job like?
When I was sixteen years old I thought my first job was going to be at Mc Donald's or some type of fast food restaurant. My mother wasn't really the
type that forced me to work at a younger age. Usually a lot of teenagers don't work until seventeen or eighteen years old. Some times when I was a
child I always wanted to be more responsible by doing things on my own, working, and driving, but at sixteen what can I be responsible at. As a young
teenager I always looked at job postings. For example I would see chef jobs, office jobs and retail. Sometimes I would look at them just for the fun of it
just to see what type of work that was offered in the bay area. Were I m from a lot of jobs don't exist, and my...show more content...
Another thing that was great was I didn't have any bills not even a cellular bill. Majority of my money went to casual clothing for work, going out
with friends, and McDonalds. It felt great being responsible at an early age, because having a job and not depending on parents is always a good
thing because I didn't have to ask for everything. After I had my first job allowance didn't exist anymore. I felt like a man at an early age.
Second the job I had was very fun. When I arrived at work I had a positive attitude to work get it done at a fast pace so I can get more work done. I
learned a lot about freeways, how they operate, car accidents, traffic, and assisting the freeway workers during car crashes. Another thing was fun was
I had my own office. At times I would listen to all types of music like Rap, and R&B, I would do research on video games, and play online
shooting games after all my work was done. The next thing that was fun was I had great coworkers. They was great because they was all ways
supportive. Everyone was positive, open minded, and everyone was older then I. there wasn't a day where I would go to work and get any
complaints or get myself into any drama. Before the summer was over I was told when I turn eighteen years of age I can get another full time job, or
an internship. As years passed I can still see myself working in a fun environment like that. The reason why everyone is was respectful, fun to be
around, and the
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Personal Narrative: My First Job
My first job was working in the grapes with my family. My motive was to buy a remote control car. My dad told me, "If you really worked hard for
something, it would pay off eventually". I was around seven years old. I still remember the early morning days when we would wake up at four in
the morning to get dressed up in our uniform. This uniform consisted of a long sleeve shirt, pants, a bandana to cover your neck from the heat, and
a hat. This was our every day work attire. While we were getting dressed for work, my mom would be making tacos to eat at break or at lunch time.
These tacos were the best. They consisted of refried beans and pork meat with some salsa. Every day the taco menu would change but these were still
the best. Once we were

Descriptive Essay About My First Job
My First Job. Or should I say the first instance where I earned a large sum of money for working. It was not that hard only moving a little bit of
mulch. But it meant a lot in a different way. I was becoming an adult working hard in return for a few scraps of paper. The paper that makes the
world go round. I was earning it through some tough, but short labor. The Work was let's just say cumbersome. It was a warm day in March the
sun was blistering hot, heating anything under it like an oven. While a bitter cold breeze blew all the heat away. Except in my case, wearing
storm, including wind resistant pants and a shirt that trapped that heat right in. Let's just say I was sweating in a few minutes. I hate my thick
Wisconsin blood. The heat would have not been that bad if my face and hands weren't rosy from the chill. The job was tough but I was growing up.
I quickly grew calluses on my hands and had dirt in my pores. There were scratches on my arms and pine needles down my neck. I was starting to
look like a man. I was starting to become like my dad. Hands callused and skin tough and thick like leather. The palms rough with wear. I was only
beginning. Hands soft, muscles strong, but not hardened, built for work. This was only the beginning.
Ever hour or so another muscle group would get sore. Before long everything hurt. But I knew it would all be worth it in the end. Every adult worked
and I could too, the money was worth it. Soon that was all that filled my mind the

I heard job come out my mom's mouth i wanted to scream to the top of my lungs i couldn't speak i was so terrified so i decided that i would go to bed
early so they would stop talking about but that didn't all i was dreaming about was work i felt like i was losing my mind and then i thought to myself
it's time to grow up and time to make your own decisions i'm going off to college in 2 years and it's coming fast so It was even though i still felt
horrible i didn't know what was happening . i was thinking today is the day i felt like the world was ending i no longer getting money from my parents
and ask them to buy me things i had to make my own living for myself i felt like i was growing up too fast i felt like i wasn't ready and i'm pretty sure
my family wasn't either I was so scared i felt knots in my stomach and i was hopeless i thought my boss would be mean to me because it was my first
job and i really didn't know what i was supposed to be doing. So as he came out of his office he gave me a somber stare and then he said my name and
i gulped at this point my heart was beating faster than i ever felt it so i was trying not to let him see that i was nervous and looked arounding like...show
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I was being to judgmental and i didn't even know the man .meanwhile i thinking about the other people that i was gonna be working with what would
they think of me?would they like me or will they hate me then i thought here i go again with the judgmental stuff i went in the room introduced
myself and the people were very nice and they brightened the room with their welcoming smiles and i felt like this is the place for

College Admissions Essay: My First Job
When you think about what do i want to be when i grow up its overwealthming to think i can pick from anything.And well i feel like i thought about
everything and at one point i wanted to be everything.But finally with 2 year of not knowing i finally think i decided.
Before i tell you i have to give you my story about all jobs i wanted to be.
My first job was a 1st and 2nd grade teacher, not sure if they still do this but when i was in 1st and second grade you had the same teacher and thats
what i wanted to be, you could bond more with your students and i loved that age group but then when i got into 9th grade i decided i didnt want to be a
teacher and that wasnt for me. In 3rd grade we wrote a paper on what we wanted to be and apernetly...show more content...
But then i decided no because it doesnt involve a college degree and i want to get one ( cant waist my scholorship)Then a vet is because i couldnt
decide if i wanted to help people or animals but then i remembered that i will probally have to put a animal to sleep and i couldnt do that i would be
crying with them! So then it leaves me with the hospital i alway imagined my self being in scrubs im not sure why and when i see someone in
scrubs im attracted to them ( not in that way) but i like action but i dont want to be putting ivs in or shuving needles who knows where. When my
sons born i was really paying attention on what the nurses and doctors where doing and i thought this would be really fun. So I had a time i
wanted to be a obgyn but then i didnt want to give people pap smears. Then a untrasound tech but i could never tell someone there baby died. Then
i had the desision of a labor and delivery nurse or post partum. Some hospitals this is the same thing which im find with because i like both but if i
work in a big hospital then i would want to pick post partum. The reason is because labor and delivery involves needled and cathadors and i feel like
its more with the mom not that thats bad but i want to be with the babies and help the mom with the babies and adjusting to motherhood.
After 2 years of not knowing at all what i wanted to be i finally desided that being a post partum nurse is where i belong, i will need to do to 2–4 years
of college depends what degree in nursing i want then a certification and licence then i will be on my way to my dream

When you are at my age, 17, You are really not 100% sure what you wanna do with your life. People say they know. But honestly i don't think they
do. You can have an idea about what you wanna do. But not fully know until you get out into the work field and see all the different variety of jobs.
I wanna be a welder or a machinist, maybe get a job at SDI. I would really like to inherit the family farm and expand that. My first job was on a
dairy farm. Started out milking cows after school for about 2 months then summer came and i switched to mixing there feed and scraping the lots. I
did that for about a year. I really liked that job it opened my eyes for expanding the family farm and all the different ways i could do it. I made
connections

My First Day At My Job
When I start the first day at my job everything seems okay and I feel very excited. To start off I am barely learning, I have no idea what is going
on, and I am being taught how to do my job. It's very confusing to start out because I have no clue about the job itself. When I get confused, often
times the manager loses their patience and they might get after me if too many mistakes are being made. Furthermore, this results to many
frustrations on job down the line, and now all of a sudden the thought of giving up comes to mind. It's very important that I learn all of the
respective duties for my job of work, and gather that information for greater success down the line. The more I process each duty, the more I get
the hang of it, thus becoming fairly easier to do the job. It takes a lot of getting used to and really getting to know the job, and with time I get
better at it. In a job it takes more getting used to, each and every day I'm learning something new to process in my mind, also to learn from it and
get familiar with every task. It's like gathering all of the information together and putting them together to get started on what you need to do for the
given day. Once I have gotten more familiar with the job, and more comfortable doing it on my own without the need for help, I realize that it is not
so bad once I practice and familiarize myself with the work. Practicing really gives me the best results in the end. There was a particular job that I
once experienced

What Is My First Job Essay
My First Job My first job started off with my parents giving me choice either get a job or go to camp over the summer for 6 weeks again. I really didn't
want to go to the camp my only option was to tail off and get a job at the young age of 15. I started off by applying to hannafords because i heard they
were hiring, after waiting 2 weeks and no response other than a thank you for applying i heard nothing back. It was starting to look grim and no other
choice but to go away from home and go to camp but there was one last shot i could apply for a little park in my town and do maintenance. So I went
to town hall grabbed an application filled it out and with the help of good references i got the job. I was so happy and ready to work before i could i
had to fill out...show more content...
After all of that i as ready to start off the first clean up day was a few weeks after school since my mom had work and my parents were divorced i just
rode my bike there everyday, so once i got there i found the guy in charge introduced myself and then i saw other people i knew and it wasn't so bad. I
started off by cleaning the bathrooms and organizing areas and getting it ready for the day the park opens. I started about a week after the park opened
my job was to sit in shack and sell candy, soda, water, and ice cream. We weren't allowed to sell hot food because of health issues so that saved us from
a lot of heat and more work. On my first day i realized it was one of the most boring job ever you sit inside a shack and in the beginning of the day is
the rush where people pay to get in then after that's done you sit there and occasionally get up to give kids food. On my second day i realized
hough stressful it could be, my director needed help at another camp across town and took 2 people out to help him so i was left alone in shack not
really knowing what i was doing. Weekends were very different because you had a surplus of people coming to the park and just an enormous flow of

My First Job Experience
My First Job Experience "Winning is important to me, but what brings me real joy is the experience of being fully engaged in whatever I'm
doing." says Phil Jackson, a former American professional basketball player. People always whine about how their first job experience was terrible
and there's only one reason which is not getting enough amount of money for their work. I think people need to think that job is not always about
money as I discovered from my first job. About three years back, I had just turned sixteen and had finished 10th grade so I was enjoying my summer
vacation just like other kids enjoying their summer vacation after a long school year. One day, my mother said I should get a job. She said it would
teach me how to...show more content...
The workplace was always very clean, which also created a nice environment around me to focus on my work. That's really a good thing because a
nice working environment keeps me safe, healthy, and gives me more energy to do my work. This company was also very well organized. I feel I
was one of the lucky one who got a job in very nice and organized company. I received a good salary, had a nice working environment and was given
respect by other employees which were really amazing despite being the youngest employee. When I entered in this job, I knew nothing. I was
completely inexperienced and unskilled worker but after working here, this job helped me to improve my working skills such as how to
communicate with people around me, never try to be hypocrite, stay calm and focus only on my work. Having a job also taught me to value my
own work, and what I put into something. As my mother said, this job also taught me how to handle my responsibilities by myself. I became
responsible for some of my own expenses. This was a valuable experience for me. I learned the value of the money and taking my own decisions
about what I spend my money on. On Short, I feel that if a person works just for the sake of money then there's no point of working. Yes, money is
important but no person can enjoy the work if that person is only working there for the sake of

My First Day Of A Job
When I was a sophomore I decided to get a job. I applied to movie theaters, restaurants, and retail. I was lucky enough to get hired from one of the
retail stores I applied to. I was jubilant! I was picturing in my head, me, rolling around in piles of money and wearing extravagant clothes! When I
finally got my schedule, I realized that my first day of work was black Friday. So when the time came for me to in for my shift, I was super
nervous. As I walked into the store around eight in the morning, I was bombarded by a hoard of people trying to the best deals before anyone else. I
thought that since I had a later shift, maybe, the customers would have died down. Boy was I wrong. It seemed as though more people came in as
the hours went by. All throughout the day I felt like a deer in headlights. I couldn't seem to learn the tricks of the trade fast enough and I really didn't
know my co–workers very well. Most of the customers were not happy with me that day. At the end of my shift I was tired and cranky, but I decided
that I was going to stick this through. What I didn't realize then is that I was walking into hell.
As time went by I got the hang of things and I realized that I was actually pretty good at my job. I was proficient at customer service, but not so skilled
at folding. A shift can consist of straightening the clothes and nothing else. That entails board folding, putting the clothes into size order, and filling in
the missing sizes. I have had many of these

Personal Narrative : My First Job
Khalayia Harris
Composition I
Granada Hamilton
8 September 2017
My Very First Job As teenager, many people say their adolescence is one of the most important phases in anyone's life. As a teenager, you get to
experience many great events like going to high school football games, dating your first boyfriend or girlfriend, getting your driver license, and
graduating from high school. As I look back, I believe that getting my first job was the most important event in my adolescence. I was very
enthusiastic about getting my first job. I enjoyed that fact that I will be able to earn my own money and not having to ask my mother for any earn.
Surprising, there was only one obstacle that was holding me back and that was the fact that I was a...show more content...
The next morning, I woke up at 9:30am to prepare myself for my second day at McDonalds. I got dress into my uniform and jumped into the car to
go to work. I arrived at McDonald and noticed that it was very busy inside. As I walked in, I was automatically being placed on front counter to take
order but I was very nervous to take order because I didn't know how to take them. My manager taught me how to take the order and after a while I
began to start taking orders without any help. Everything was going great until one customer came into store with complaint. I politely asked if he
needed help, then angrily started yell at me about his order being incorrect. The man even started to blame me for incorrectly bagging his food. His
yelling was so loud that my manager and even customer had to calm him down and escort him out of the store. At the end of shift, I talked to
manager and told her that I wanted quit because the customer made me so upset and embarrassed. She told me quitting would be the wrong option
and she told me that her and the other managers liked me working there. After working at McDonalds for three weeks, I began to make new friends
and was glad that I didn't decide to quit my job. I enjoyed that I could earn my own money and didn't have to ask my mother for money anymore.
Work had been great after the first customer incident happened. I had not received any customer complaints and my manager said that I might
employee of the

Three years ago, I got my first real job. At fifteen years old, I was a residential site staff, housekeeper, and kitchen staff at Camp Lakeside in Scott
City, Kansas. With this new chapter in my life came great responsibilities. Not only would I be working long and hard hours, but I would also be
living in the staff house away from my family. On top of these changes, I had just recently taken out a loan to purchase my first car. The two and a
half months I got to spend as site staff that summer opened my eyes to what the world is going to be like after school. Every teenager has high
expectations for what their first job will be like. Maybe they expect a high rate of pay or only a few responsibilities, but my job was the exact opposite.
For

My first job. 2 years ago I started my first job. In the beginning I was really nervous and scared, learning how to operate the computer was a difficult
task that I didn't catch onto for a couple of months. This is my experience starting at my first job that I still work at today. When I was 15 I got
offered a job and I was very excited! My sister worked there as well so it made getting trained and learning a lot easier for me. I had a couple of
tests to take and computer work to do before I could start actually working. The first night I went in to train I was very overwhelmed. There are so
many buttons on the computer and trying to remember which button to push was hard! None the less I got the hang of it after a few hours and I
was happy. After numerous training shifts I finally was put on a shift by myself. I was nervous and afraid that I wasn't ready but overall I didn't do
terrible. Some days are very busy while others are fairly slow....show more content...
I started to learn paperwork and it took me a couple weeks before I could do it on my own. I was happy to be more involved with the business. My
co workers are always fun to work with and be around. They make the day go by faster and we all work together as a team to complete daily tasks.
I am now the manager! Being offered that position surprised me. It isn't always the most easy job to try and manage others but I've learned how to
take the right approach on it. With the title came a lot more responsibility's but I knew they were part of my job and as stressful as it can be
sometimes I wouldn't want it any other way. I've gotten many opportunity from this job including a trip in may! I will be meeting many new people
and learning more about the business. There were times that I've wanted to give up but I kept pushing through and I'm glad that I did. Having this job
has made me more outgoing and social which I wasn't

Why Did I Get My First Job?
As my junior year came close to ending I looked forward to getting my first job.
It's that moment in our lives where we take that first step towards adulthood. I managed to get my first job towards the end of junior year. I wanted to
get a job before, but I decided to wait after finishing my SATs and ACTs. I wouldn'twant to distract myself from studying with working. My first job
was at a bakery that was near my house. It was a good distance and perfect for my first job. The interview was nerve–wracking, questions about myself,
why I wanted this job, and what I wanted to be. The manager seemed impressed with how I answered and how respectful I was and hired me. My
first day was on a Friday and I would be working until closing. As soon as I got there they were introducing me to everyone and had my uniform in
hand. I was not the first one who just started, there was another girl...show more content...
At certain times it was so busy where I could not have time to take a breather. However, at other times it was so empty that I didn't know what to do.
I knew I had to be fast and make the coffee as fast as I can to start on the next drink.
After my first day I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was to go home and sleep. My brother tells me it's normal to feel that way after working hard.
When my brother told me that, I felt more grown up and mature because I started working. I felt more proud of myself for doing this.
As someone has never had work experience, it was hard being up all the time and dealing with customers. Especially, because I was extremely shy.
However, I had the support of my coworkers, most of them were college kids. They helped me learn into everything because they all know the feeling
of that first job. They taught me the responsibility of having one and the benefits of a job. Not only that, but having a job as a teenager is the first step
to becoming a responsible

Everyone has their first memory when they have to enter the adult world, mine just happened to be my junior year of high school. This year was
just a little glimpse of what was going to be the rest of my life. Getting my first job was bitter sweet. I had to learn how to manage my time between
school, sports, and now a job. After my first week of school I had to start my new job.
My first job is at a trucking company located in Derry. Adding a job to my schedule now was not too stressful because it was only the first week of my
junior year. Also by now inhigh school everything is predictable the first few days of instruction. We start the first few days of instruction going
over the course material and expectations. Thus, letting me have more free time in the afternoon the first week. I started my first shift on a
Monday, it was so hot outside. I can remember seeing the heat rise off of the truck hoods. I restored headlights and washed a couple of the box
trucks there for the day. I was surprised how easy this was, and remember going home and telling my parents "This is the easiest job ever". I was
beginning to get a taste of what it is like to have a job....show more content...
It was time for my first paycheck when my boss called me and asked, "We don't have your information for banking could you text it to me." So later
that day I had to go open a checking's account at a bank and while I was there I opened a credit card too. The next day my boss handed me my
paycheck, I later opened it to see how little I made. This was so disappointing for me I lost almost half of my paycheck in taxes! For the next few days
I couldn't get over how this was possible. Eventually, all of my bills stared coming in the mail, it seemed like I couldn't keep

Getting My First Job
Getting my first job was really quite an experience. I learned and grew up a whole lot from just that alone. I remember all the steps I took to get
there from the interviewing process to even starting with something as simple as a resume. It felt so great just obtaining the job through hard work
and dedication. It was the beginning of my senior year where nearly everyone had a job and I was pretty much discouraged. I felt like I would never
get a job. My schedule was pretty flexible so I couldn't understand why I wasn't getting hired by anyone. I sat for a while and came to conclusion I had
to have a different attitude to get a better outcome. With persistence everything slowly fell into place. I got so much encouragement from the people
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3 things exactly. 1) you accept the behavior you think you deserve. People will disrespect you until you tell them enough is enough and that's exactly
what happened the manager got really upset when I demanded the respect from her which led to our altercation. 2) You don't have to stay anywhere
you don't want to be because you feel like it's your only option. I had to learn there will be many more jobs and some of them may not work and I
have to learn to let go of them when that time came. I would only be stressing myself out if I stuck around. 3) A manger is not the highest form of
authority! There is always someone above them. If I could've went back, I would've talked to someone about my manager's behavior before quitting
because there was someone actually someone available and I just didn't use all my resources. I learned so much from getting my first job, literally
everything I learned I use in my everyday life today. It has made other situations I go through easier to deal with and made me a little smarter on how
I go about them. It was a horrible experience but that doesn't even matter because what I learned from it really it outweighs the experience and what I
went

My first job was at a restaurant by the name of Fazoli's in Avon Indiana. It was the first quick–serve Italian restaurant. I believe I started working there
when I was 17, my friend begged me to go work with him. I got haired in October, I got the job rather fast sure they were heavily under staffed. The
owner of the restaurant was Mario. He put me as the chief I made subs salads pizzas and desserts. I worked almost every day but only for short
hours. About 3 to 4. I was alright with the cause I would be able to get my school work done if needed with such short hours and able to still have a
social life. The only other times when I got more hours shifts would be when People didn't want to work there shift so I would pick it up for them. I
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I also learned Empathy which is the ability to have an understanding of what another person is going through. This skill allow you to put yourself
in another person's place and recognize the thoughts, emotions and experiences that person is having. The skill off Patience which involves being
able to maintain a temper, to repeat and explain information as necessary and to control anger in even the most situations the costumers bring. The
skill to Tolerant people I have too accept differences, even when they don't personally agree with or condone them. This is a valuable skill in
workplace environments that cater to people of different ethnic, religious and cultural backgrounds. Having patience with others and can keep a
level head in stressful situations and it will definitely be noticed by management. The skill of respect shows consideration for the feelings, needs,
thoughts, wishes and preferences of others. The skill of listening, paying full attention to what other people are saying, takes time to understand the
points being made. Even some of the skills helped me outside of work. Like if I was out with family empathy would be a good thing to have or even at
school I should have respect for different people all shapes and sizes. I'm glad I learned these skills from working at the Piggly

Most people do not get a job their freshman year because they are not yet fifteen, do not want one, or are worried about grades. However, when the
opportunity presented itself, I was ready to get my first job working as a salad girl at a family restaurant in Washington. One day when my family
was eating at the Italian restaurant Bernardi's, I was taking the check up to the register when a family friend joked, "Hey, are you working tonight?"
I awkwardly shrugged and replied, "I guess?" They laughed and went to their seats. I brought the credit card and receipt back to my table, where my
family was sitting. My dad had heard what they said, and he told me, half–seriously, "Well, maybe you do need to get a job." I shrugged, not sure where
or how I would get a job, and I was nervous about applying for it and making a resume. Then Nick, the manager, came to our table and...show more
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I gave the papers to Nick, and he introduced me to the person who was training me, Anthony. He was a tall redhead, wearing sagging jeans barely
held up by a rainbow belt. He showed me where to get aprons and cleaning rags, and then took me to the kitchen. It was bigger than I thought it
would be, with a back room and a main room. There were five large fryers on one wall, next to the grill. In front of them was what the staff called
the "window." The cooks placed hot food there before serving to keep it warm. The salad station was on another wall, and it had its own separate
cooler, like a refrigerator, for all the ingredients in salads, especially the dinner salads. Anthony showed me where everything was, which salad
dressings are which, how to make coleslaw, and what to do at closing time. He also taught me how to make certain desserts, which was fun. Anthony
explained that he was not quitting, but being promoted. He was going to work as the "fry guy" who prepares and cooks all the fried

My First Job
Benish Bashir Ms. Stein English 101 09 September 2014 Games In the summer of 2008, I had promoted from 8th grade and was about to make a
transition to high school. At the age of fifteen, my only concern was trying to figure out how I was going to do at a new school, however, my
mother had other plans for me. She decided that it was time for me to get a job. My mother was considered more as a single mom at the time. Even
though our stepdad was existent, he didn't really do much to help out with having us grow unless it was for personal gain. My mother also
functioned in a similar way. She didn't want me to work solely for the work experience but rather for her to get some financial help out of me as well.
At the time, I was a very quiet...show more content...
The whole time I was blaming my mother for making all these decisions to have me get a job and I end up taking the job that had to do the most
with talking to customers and socializing. You know how I said I was in panic mode earlier? At this point, I was really freaking out. I just wanted
to run out of there and never go back but it was too late. As soon as I told the gentlemen from HR that I wanted the games associate position, he
placed me outside on a table to wait for a manager to interview me. As I was waiting, patiently for the manager to arrive, my palms were clamming
up, my breath was irregular as if I was catching my breath from being under water for a long time, and tapping my feet excessively as if my feet
were attempting to escape from my body and get me out of this whole mess I got myself into. Without further ado to my panic attack, the games
department manager Charlie had finally arrived. Charlie was this Pilipino gentleman who was about 5'2. He was wearing a collared, maroon,
short–sleeved shirt with two thick vertical white lines, one each side of his torso that went from his shoulder to the bottom of his shirt and navy blue
shorts that were jean–like material and went up to his knees. He was a really strong looking man with his broad shoulders and his muscular calves.
But, he also had a really round stomach that look like he ate a huge bowling ball,

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