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Secret Origins: Adventures in Babysitting

In The Woo by Deb KempLeave a Comment

Deb: I remember fondly the first $1.50 I made. It was glorious! A dollar bill and two shiny quarters were my hard-earned rewards for three hours of babysitting a 4-year-old in my neighborhood. I was 8 years old, and I thought I was living large! I had cared for my baby brother often (he was born when I was 7), …

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Secret Origins: Slinging S#!~ – prophetic first job?

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Jeff: In retrospect, it seems an odd way to start a career. But I really wanted to go to band camp. Before 8th grade, my entrepreneurial efforts were somewhat limited. I mowed lawns. I hocked magazine subscriptions and Christmas wrapping paper door-to-door. I even tried my hand at black-market bubblegum in the hallway between classes. (Bubble Yum went for 25 …

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Secret Origins: I was a teen-age peanut butter cup

In The Woo by Laura Stocker1 Comment

Laura: I’ve often credited my success in marketing/account service/business ownership to my early days working at Hersheypark – a 90+ acre theme park right in our back yard, over in Hershey, PA. Starting at age 15 and running through college, I worked summers and holidays in the entertainment department – in jobs ranging from costume character to show hostess/usher to …

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If I cover my ears, can you still hear me?

In The Woo by Laura Stocker1 Comment

Laura: Sluuuuuurp…gurgle-gurgle. The sound was unmistakable. The toddler at the next table had arrived at the bottom of his glass of chocolate milk. Now, when I was growing up, making that particular sound at the dinner table – let alone in a restaurant – would have gotten me “the look” (best case scenario for a public place!) or punishment (No dessert? Straight to bed?) at home. …

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Core values essential to The Woo™

In The Woo by Jeff PeytonLeave a Comment

Jeff: One year ago today, I lost a month. It started out normal enough. I went over to the corner pharmacy to pick up a prescription for my daughter, and maybe a lottery ticket (I was feeling lucky – go figure), and bada bing – next thing you know I’m in the emergency room waiting patiently for a bed in the ICU …