Personal Narrative: My Work Experience At The Warehouse

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In the years following my work experience at The Warehouse, I recounted the stories of the pranks we played with pride and delight. Relishing the amount of time invested to set the pranks, I loved how dedicated we were in the pursuit of a laugh. Now my perspective on the mischief and antics force me to face a different and darker side of myself that I’d like to forget. I realized that I learned valuable life lessons about people that might have been wasted on me at the time. Fortunately these experiences were there when I needed them later in life. I became a naïve sixteen-year-old Warehouse employee in 1976 for my first official working-man’s paycheck. The Warehouse was in an area of Birmingham which had seen its heyday decades before. …show more content…

He was tall, athletic build, with his blond hair parted and feathered in the latest style. He usually had a smile on his face or a smirk if he had a Marlboro dangling from his lips. Before he was legally allowed to drive, Brian was already dating. Older girls had no issue picking him up for a date. You couldn’t be cooler than that in the 70’s. That was my first observation of the strange fact of life; good girls love a bad boy. He ran with the school crowd that smoked, drank at age fifteen, shoplifted when the opportunity presented itself, and met aggression with greater aggression. My opinion of Brian was that he was slightly oafish with criminal type cleverness. I was very …show more content…

He began to talk about his home life in bits and pieces that painted a picture of his father. Brian’s dad, Earl, was a large burly man’s man who was only going to have a rough and tough son to carry on the family name. Earl smoked Marlboros and saw no problems with his teenage son continuing the vice. Earl drank American beer and expected his teenage son to have the same penchant. While other parents would have reacted in an outrage to find their teenage sons with beer in the car, Earl just laughed and said “boys will be boys. That’s my son.” The two events that Brian shared of Earl’s discipline were in regards to theft and fighting. Brian told me, “We were in Eckerd’s drug store, stealing records. We’d done it lots of times. I didn’t’ do it for the records themselves, it was for the thrill. He wants me to be a hard-ass so I was trying to be one my way.” The thefts were executed differently from the norm of sliding items under a jacket. Brian was significantly smarter than he liked for people to know. He and a couple of friends would go into the drug store, with a paper grocery bag folded and hidden in their clothes. They would browse the records and slyly put selected albums into the open grocery bag at their feet. The managers and store employees were vigilant about checking patrons as they left the store, to see if anyone had suspicious bulges in their clothes. While two of the

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