My Work Experience at Better Value

I was sixteen years old. I was in high school. I already was working full time after school and on weekends at Dunkin Donuts. I decided that I wanted to take on another job. I applied at a local grocery store named Better Value. Better Value was a small chain of grocery stores located throughout the surrounding towns that I grew up in.
I can recall going shopping at an A & P when I was younger; Better Value was a similar style store, in fact some of the Better Value grocery stores had occupied buildings that A & P previously occupied years before.
I was immediately called in for an interview. The older women who called me stated that she needed me to come in for the interview as soon as I was available. We made arrangements for me to meet her at the Plainfield Better Value since that was the store that needed a cashier. I had originally applied two towns away closer to my high school at the Better Value in Killingly. I was fairly nervous, because I had always thought that it would be fun to be a cashier at a grocery store. I remember the night before the interview I was day dreaming about how I would play cashier as a child with a toy cash register and plastic goods. The following day I when I arrived for my interview the women I spoke with on the phone was not there. Another maniger who was seemingly very busy hardly igknoledged that I had arrived. I immediately felt out of place, and quickly realized that the local grocery store didn’t feel as comfortable as it once did while shopping there. The manger decided that she wanted me to start training that day, and without any notice left me with another cashier to learn the work. I trained for the remaining of an eight hour shift. Before I left for the day, the manger asked me to...

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...ing a cashier at the Better Value was not the right job for me. I was embarrassed that I couldn’t work the register. I felt stranded because there was not another employee ever available to help me or answer questions. It seemed like it was a never ending precession of disgruntled senior citizens with coupons flying out of there pocket books. Looking back now I realized that it was wrong for me to quit that job without first learning how to do it. However, I was 16, it was my second job and I had to much pride to be belittled by the perception that I was an incompetent cashier. After I quit, I never went back to that Better Value.
I think that Sammy said I quit because the manger had violated what Sammy thought to be polite behavior. I imagine that he felt that the manger had no right to draw so much attention to something as monotimiss as dress code.

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