First day of work

One midsummer afternoon in St. Augustine Florida, the beach was calling my name, and I was shouting right back at it. This was the norm for me in summer 2013. I had it pretty easy for the first sixteen years of my life, being able to go out with no responsibilities, no worry at all. I found myself lurking around the house until finally deciding to surf away my day with friends. While on the car ride home with my bothersome brother and sister I found myself suddenly finding the urge to become more independent. I needed a job.
Learning something new can be a scary experience. One of the hardest things to do in life, is adjust from being a kid with very little responsibility, to finding your place in the work world. I was financially sound back home so finding a job wasn’t necessary, but I decided that having a job would be a savvy thing to have. This is one of the most critical times in my life as far as “finding who you are”, and for me It might as well be at Nike factory outlet store. Me and three other strangers were led to the back of Nike by a six foot ten basketball player looking guy, who supposedly was going to teach us everything we needed to know to survive at nike. Of course every one of those “strangers” had years of experience on me, so integrating with everyone in an environment like that is demanding. Imagine being the youngest at an interview with no work experience being asked situational type questions. Its not easy to impress the manager when all you can talk about is your years of high school sports and slacker beach life. Growing up you are taught through every single thing you do, dad always seems to be your right hand man when you are troubled. The work place seems to be a little bit different. When you have people making a living off eight dollars an hour they seem to be care free and not willing to teach the new guy anything. So tall basketball player guy, scatters us in the back and tells us to start working. What happened to teaching