Personal Narrative: My First Working At Penn Station

It was June of 2016 when I started working at Penn Station. I was eighteen years old and this was my first job ever. The first day of work it was sun drenched and warm. I had cold chills, because I was tense and thrilled. I went in committed to do my best and I did. It seemed pretty wonderful at first. I learned I shouldn’t always act upon how I feel because it won’t always benefit me. I also learned to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
I remember walking in on my first day because I felt self sufficient. Saturday was my first night working at Penn Station. I met my two night managers, Boogie and Randy. We joked around. I had to walk away to go help Kendra with the topping station for a little while. Later, I walked back

After work I called Kendra to tell her what happened. She said, “Randy has done something indistinguishable previously. Randy took a girl’s application, looked for her number, and started texting her. She told him to stop, and he didn’t.”
Saturday I worked with Randy and Boogie. Later I got done helping Kendra and Boogie called me into the office. Boogie asked me, “Are you alright?” Boogie proceeded to say, ”If anything like that happens again tell me and I’ll take care of

Why can’t Aja mop?”
He replied, “So. I have asthma too. She told you to do it so you can do it.”
I said, “Okay, so you’re essentially trying to force me to do this when I told you I have a health problem and can’t?”
Randy said “yes.”
I concurred to Randy “I’ll leave before I do that.”
My mom came to pick me up after work and she noticed I was aggravated, I explained to her what happened. She replied “That’s bullshit, but I feel like they continuously treat you like this because you told Dave about the situation with Randy.” My feelings were a carbon copy of my mothers. My mom wanted to walk in there and fight Aja because she stepped out of line with me but I felt as if my job was more significant than snatching up a basic female. When my dad found out about the first commotion he was not happy and the second one made my Dad even more