Rescued By Ghosts: A Thriller, Paranormal, Inspirational, Memoir, Survivor Story of Child Abuse, a Cult Religion, Ghosts, and Supernatural Events (My Ghosts Book 1) by Timothy L. Drobnick Sr

Author:Timothy L. Drobnick Sr. [Drobnick Sr., Timothy L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2020-08-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 39

While in high school at age sixteen, my junior year, Boyd hired me to be a bag boy at Boyd’s Supermarket. Bag boys bagged groceries for customers and carried them to their car. The job could be tedious. Fill the bags, load them on the cart, and take them to the vehicle. Repeat. To entertain myself, I started adding up the groceries in my head. In 1975, merchandise didn’t have barcodes. Each item had a price tag, and the cashier had to enter them manually. While I bagged the groceries, I looked at the price and kept a running total in my brain.

“Hello, Tim!” Mrs. Kibbee said.

“Hello, Mrs. Kibbie! Getting T-bone steaks for your Dobermans again, I see. Could I be one of your dogs? They eat better than I do!”

“You’re funny, Tim. Are you counting my groceries?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Before hitting the total, the clerk stopped and looked at me.

“The total is $72.30,” I said.

Rosie, the stern yet jolly cashier, hit the total button.

”The total is $72.85,” she said. “You’re off fifty-five cents.”

“That’s still amazing!” Mrs. Kibbie said.

Other customers joined the game, which was fun.

When I applied for the job, Boyd hired me because of my father, who’d worked there for over a decade. Years later, I found out that Dad had guaranteed to pay my salary if I failed. I was so tiny other places I had applied wouldn’t hire me.

Dad told Boyd, “My son can do as good a job as any of the other bag boys and probably better. If he doesn’t, I will cover his first two weeks of pay.” Dad didn’t have the money to pay my wage, which meant he had complete faith in my success.

There were five bag boys. We called Mark the head bag boy because he had been there the longest. The head bag boy assigned the required chores. Many of the duties were undesirable, such as cleaning the bathrooms or walk-in freezer. There were activities we all hoped to get, such as sitting in the ceiling walkways to watch for shoplifters. Mark always did the fun chores. The other bag boys grumbled that Mark did not treat them fairly, and they dragged along on their chores, taking longer than they should have.

But after a year, I was head bag boy. I remembered how it felt when Mark always took the best jobs. The first day the other bag boys asked what jobs they were to do, I told them,

“Each of you pick. I will rotate each day who gets to pick first. Whatever job you leave is the one I will do.”

“What if you get the worst job?” Jim asked.

“I don’t care.”

“What if you never get the fun jobs?” Paul asked.

“I don’t care.”

And I really didn’t care. I learned a lot about leadership from these chore assignments. Everyone did their jobs faster with a good attitude. Many times, they left the fun jobs for me. I learned that if I treated them well, they would respond in kind.

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