Back to my first job

When I was young, I had a job as a general laborer in a factory making plastic cups for babies. Although the job paid little, I enjoy the time with the co-workers there. Eventually, the factory closed down when the supplier no longer cared about the label “made in Canada”.

Fast forward 18 years, I am working in a warehouse, pushing pump cart, operating a forklift, and handling skids of products. I felt the joy I once had when I was a teenager.