i got my first "real" full time job.
..real meaning one the government takes taxes from (not nannying.)
well. i worked for the family business, so semi-real. but the work was real!
i did inventory and cashiered, and it was a love- hate relationship.
i hated inventory when i was alone in an aisle with nasty hardware just scanning away.
i loved getting to know my fellow employees, the "regulars", and i especially enjoyed the comments about my grandpa.
working at my grandpa's store made me closer to him, even though he wasn't there. i loved every story i heard, friend i meant, and those moments i just knew he would have loved for me to come home and tell him. some days were harder than others. i couldn't think about the sentimental things too much if i wanted to finish the day, but i wouldn't trade those 9-4 days for anything.
i have always LOVED the store. sosososo much. but i love it even more now because i know the employees on a much more personal basis and i love them too. i got to work side by side with them and they were very inviting and welcomed me into the company family, one that would help me survive the hardest summer of my life.
hurst ace hardware on the corner of bluff and the blvd became more than just my job for college money, it was a place for me to feel close to my grandpa and a healing place. i will forever remember the time i spent working there this summer and the amazing people i worked with that made the days go by so much faster.
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