marine2541
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One summer, I thought I'd get a job working in a grocery store so I could buy some furniture I had in mind. I taught, so summers were free to do so. I got a job in the local Holliday Market, a market known for its fresh meat. My job was behind the meat counter serving customers. The day was particularly busy and I was doing my best to serve as fast as possible. Right in the middle of serving a customer, some guy I've never seen before hip checks me to the side and takes over the order. I was livid! When business slowed down, I went in the butcher's room, away from view and earshot of the customer and checked the guy. I told him I didn't appreciate what he did, and that if he ever pulled that move again I'd knock him on his kester! Well, it was the bosses son! My manager talked to me a week later and told me that he personally liked me, but he had to let me go because the kid went whinning to his daddy. I never got the furniture, but I did learn something. I have enough post graduate credit to have a PHD if it were focused in one area, but those guys butchering meat and running stores know what they are doing. I got a lot or respect for tradesman. And butchers work their cans off doing a job that can be exhausting and darn right dangerous at times. That's why you see cutters that have been in the business for years without all of the digits. I'm not talking about the punk that I verbally bitch-slapped that day. I'm talking about guys like the meat manager and the other real men I worked with. I'm glad I stood up like I did. Nothing is worth someone disrespecting you.
