“Hey kid, you mind giving me a hand with that barrel of apples there?” said one of the farmers.Īs I picked up the barrel and started to move with it. The event had begun it was my duty to make sure all the farmer booths were prepped and ready. If I catch you screwing up one more time, you’ll have to find another place to work.” “Clean up this mess immediately, then get back to work. The manager heard the commotion and made his way to me. As I was stacking the shelves in a hurry, I had tripped and dropped a box of pickle jars that then broke all over the floor. I had trouble with that manager since I started working there, and he had it out for me from the beginning. Today was so busy for the big event, I did not even have time to take my morning break and was working furiously to get the place in order. It was a happy small town and everybody was friendly. All the farmers in town were gathering outside the store to show off their produce so the customers would get to know where their food comes from and who was making it. My first job was at simple foods grocery I had just turned 19 and had worked there for nearly a year today was a big sale event. My story begins in a small grocery store in a small farm town.