Stacia Hahn, Chief Financial Officer
My first job was detassling corn on Hughes Farm in Woodstock, Illinois. I don’t remember what age I was, but I wanted my own money so I talked my dad into putting a good word in with Mr. Hughes. My dad said he would talk to him, but under no circumstances was I allowed to quit. Smart father, he knew what was coming and I should have paused when he said that, but I didn’t. I was strictly focused on the mighty dollar, greenbacks, my own cash. The truck would come to pick us up at our house around 6 or 6:30 a.m. every morning. We either walked the fields or stood on machinery. After about one week of this, I was dying. I dreamt of rows and rows of corn, they were really nightmares. I thought to myself, “I don’t like to get up this early, this work is really hard, my hands hurt, I’m sweating my butt off, when is this going to be over,” and on and on and on. Needless to say, I stuck it out, and got my check at the end of the summer. I remember it was for around $300 for the whole summer, but it was my money and I earned it myself. The next summer, I got a different job. The corn gig was one and done.