I never would have believed that I was going to work in a retail store before reaching the age of sixteen, but I actually got to. It was an amazing day. I was ecstatic, overjoyed, and euphoric. It was definitely not your average school day, since typically I’m stuck in school having to copy notes for the whole day. It was the morning of November 27, 2013, the most glacial day of the year. I stepped out of the car, grabbed my lunch bag, and locked the doors. As soon as I exited the car the sound of a bomb going off reverberated throughout the deserted parking lot. I quickly looked around to see where the outrageous sound had come from, but saw nothing. My mother told me to get inside quickly, so I scurried through the wet snow to the front of the store. On my way across the parking lot I glanced up towards the sign above the entrance, and noticed a huge gap at the beginning of the work “Marks.” The “M” must have been pried off the stucco wall and disappeared into the blowing snow.The moment I stepped into the store I was greeted by Linda, who would be training/working with me for the day. She was very short, very helpful, and very sweet. For about 1 hour Linda showed me around the store, and explained to me the proper and the improper procedures and guidelines. At nine o'clock sharp the store was opened, and many customers rushed through the doors chatting amongst each other. When a customer brought their items to the cash, I would remove the security tags, by using a special tool (it took AWHILE to get the hang of). Meanwhile Linda would operate the cash register, because I was too young. My first impression of the day was that there would be a lot of pressure for me to finish all my assigned tasks and duties. I was totally wrong, it seemed as if I didn't have any work at all. All of the employees worked with one another, making everyone’s jobs a lot easier. During my lunch break I got to eat in front of a large flat scr