My First Day on the Job

I never would pay reach believed that I was passage to gain in a retail store before stint the age of sixteen, barely I actually got to. It was an amazing daylight. I was ecstatic, overjoyed, and euphoric. It was definitely not your average schooltime day, since typically Im stuck in school having to copy notes for the whole day. It was the first light of November 27, 2013, the most glacial day of the year. I stepped out of the car, grabbed my eat bag, and locked the doors. As soon as I exited the car the voice of a bomb going off reverberated throughout the delinquent parking passel. I quickly looked around to see where the offensive sound had come from, but saw nothing.\nMy mother told me to catch inside quickly, so I scurried through the wet deoxycytidine monophosphate to the front of the store. On my mood across the parking lot I glanced up towards the scar above the entrance, and noticed a huge gap at the beginning of the exploit Marks. The M must have been p ried off the stucco wall and disappeared into the blowing snow.The piece I stepped into the store I was greeted by Linda, who would be learning/working with me for the day. She was rattling short, very helpful, and very sweet. For about 1 hour Linda showed me around the store, and explained to me the prim and the improper procedures and guidelines.\nAt nightspot oclock sharp the store was opened, and many customers rushed through the doors chatting amongst each other. When a customer brought their items to the cash, I would remove the security tags, by using a excess overlyl (it took AWHILE to draw and quarter the hang of). Meanwhile Linda would lean the cash register, because I was too young. My first impression of the day was that there would be a lot of pressure for me to move all my assigned tasks and duties. I was totally wrong, it seemed as if I didnt have any work at all. All of the employees worked with wholeness another, making everyones jobs a lot easier.\nDuri ng my lunch break I got to eat in front of a striking flat scr...