The first paying job I ever had, was in a company my father worked for almost all of his life. My father took me to help on what was called "inventory day". Back then I was pretty big for a boy of ten and when they paired me with the shortest man in the company everyone laughed. I could see almost straight to his eyes.
We worked from 9:00 after breakfast; to 8:00 in the night. I loved it. read more »
