The store was bright, and the ceiling was covered in halogen lights that lit up the displays. There's a problem with this paper. Who wrote this essay? I watched it carefully, not thinking that these few moments would be our last, but that they would be the last that we were in some way equal.
My father dying has provoked me to think about why we do things and the ways people grieve. Besides this, a first job like this supplies you with the value of money, as sweat turned into cash is something no can take away from you.
Between helping customers, I would also have to learn to use the engraver, the very heart and soul of the store. All this makes the first day at a new job a serious and highly stressful test.