The furnace died while in the minute week of December plus the management never bothered to update it
I worked a variety of jobs during middle school. My first exposure to the workforce was washing dishes in a home office at a giant retirement facility. All of us handled the food for 2 living rooms. One living room was for the residents in the nursing beach home building while the other living room for the residents in the independent living apartments in a unusual building. It was hard work, especially since our bosses always understaffed us on holidays when it was the busiest. I don’t know how I didn’t crack mentally under the pressure they put me under at that age, but I guess I was just resilient. My next job wasn’t any better, despite what a single might initially assume. It’s self-explanatory to expect a job at a library to be self-explanatory, with boredom being the only negative. But my job at the local library was brutal. I was stacking books for hours everyday plus I never heard anything however scorn from my managers. The worst area was the library’s inconsistent heating plus cooling system. During the summer time the air conditioning would go on plus off at random moments, causing all of us to sweat on books while all of us were putting them back on shelves. The worst area was the Winter time when I had to work with heat inside the library. The furnace died while in the minute week of December plus the management never bothered to update it. All of us had to wear heavy clothing to work everyday plus all of us were still shivering for our entire shifts. I quit in December after I couldn’t take it any longer.