Ray Robitschek
Ms. Gurian
English 11-1
15 May 2011
Working at the Arvada Press
Knock! Knock! Knock! One morning during the summer before 8th grade, my mom banged on my bedroom door and asked me to get up. I was frustrated with my mom for waking me up. Even though it was 8:30 am I still wanted to lounge in my bed and rest a little while longer. But, when she mentioned that blueberry pancakes was for breakfast I decided to get out of bed. I got dressed and went up stairs to stuff down the delicious pancakes my mom had fixed.
After eating about 8 pancakes I felt satisfied. Then I looked outside and noticed what a beautiful day it was going to be. I thought about how much fun it would be to take a bike ride to the park. So, I asked my mom if she had anything for me to do around the house, and if I could go to the park. I prepared my bike and headed out into the sunshine. It felt great being on my bike again; plus it was a nice change from being held up indoors most of the morning. As I continued to ride I realized that I had to much free time and needed something to occupy my time. So I rode home to search for different job opportunities online.
When I got home my dad called me upstairs and said, "I found something you'll want to see in the newspaper." So I rushed to my dad expecting something exciting like a car show, discount amusement park tickets, or an amusing comic. What I didn't expect though, was that it was just an ad for a job with the Arvada Press. I thought about it and, honestly, it sounded pretty lame. My dad told me that I could ride my bike to deliver the newspapers, and I guess I just went along with my dad. When I got to the headquarters in Golden, I met with the hiring supervisor who told me I had the job. I got a bag, a map, and directions for folding the papers.
After school, I came home to find two huge heaps of papers to fold and stuff into the plastic bags. I let out a long sigh and got to work. After the newspapers were stuffed, I placed them into my delivery bag and hopped onto my bike. After riding down to my section of houses, I started my work, and tossed the papers towards the porches. After just about 10 houses I soon discovered that you could not get the papers on the porch nicely. So I got off my bike and began delivering them on foot. By walking up and down the streets, I got to have a more personal relationship with the people that I was delivering to.
Week after week I placed newspapers neatly on the porches of the 85 houses in my delivery route. I would still deliver on foot in deep snow and heavy rain, trying my best not to get my papers wet. After a while I began to respect my work, and I felt like I did my best to leave a good image for Arvada Press. Most of the delivery boys around my area just delivered the papers at the end of the driveway, in the snow, rain, or mud. I felt bad for the people they were delivering to, and wished that they showed the same level of care that I showed.
By the end of the year, I was unexpectedly laid off. The note said that I was laid-off because of the lacking economy, which I really didn't understand. Overall though, I learned a great deal about how to do a great job with your work. It didn't even matter that the pay was just $7.00/week. Since my experience with the Arvada Press, I try to always do my best at work, and I would really miss not having this opportunity.
Ms. Gurian
English 11-1
15 May 2011
Working at the Arvada Press
Knock! Knock! Knock! One morning during the summer before 8th grade, my mom banged on my bedroom door and asked me to get up. I was frustrated with my mom for waking me up. Even though it was 8:30 am I still wanted to lounge in my bed and rest a little while longer. But, when she mentioned that blueberry pancakes was for breakfast I decided to get out of bed. I got dressed and went up stairs to stuff down the delicious pancakes my mom had fixed.
After eating about 8 pancakes I felt satisfied. Then I looked outside and noticed what a beautiful day it was going to be. I thought about how much fun it would be to take a bike ride to the park. So, I asked my mom if she had anything for me to do around the house, and if I could go to the park. I prepared my bike and headed out into the sunshine. It felt great being on my bike again; plus it was a nice change from being held up indoors most of the morning. As I continued to ride I realized that I had to much free time and needed something to occupy my time. So I rode home to search for different job opportunities online.
When I got home my dad called me upstairs and said, "I found something you'll want to see in the newspaper." So I rushed to my dad expecting something exciting like a car show, discount amusement park tickets, or an amusing comic. What I didn't expect though, was that it was just an ad for a job with the Arvada Press. I thought about it and, honestly, it sounded pretty lame. My dad told me that I could ride my bike to deliver the newspapers, and I guess I just went along with my dad. When I got to the headquarters in Golden, I met with the hiring supervisor who told me I had the job. I got a bag, a map, and directions for folding the papers.
After school, I came home to find two huge heaps of papers to fold and stuff into the plastic bags. I let out a long sigh and got to work. After the newspapers were stuffed, I placed them into my delivery bag and hopped onto my bike. After riding down to my section of houses, I started my work, and tossed the papers towards the porches. After just about 10 houses I soon discovered that you could not get the papers on the porch nicely. So I got off my bike and began delivering them on foot. By walking up and down the streets, I got to have a more personal relationship with the people that I was delivering to.
Week after week I placed newspapers neatly on the porches of the 85 houses in my delivery route. I would still deliver on foot in deep snow and heavy rain, trying my best not to get my papers wet. After a while I began to respect my work, and I felt like I did my best to leave a good image for Arvada Press. Most of the delivery boys around my area just delivered the papers at the end of the driveway, in the snow, rain, or mud. I felt bad for the people they were delivering to, and wished that they showed the same level of care that I showed.
By the end of the year, I was unexpectedly laid off. The note said that I was laid-off because of the lacking economy, which I really didn't understand. Overall though, I learned a great deal about how to do a great job with your work. It didn't even matter that the pay was just $7.00/week. Since my experience with the Arvada Press, I try to always do my best at work, and I would really miss not having this opportunity.
sounds like a good working experience. you were a damn good paper boy, you cared about the people you delivered to which i appreciate. a good worker is hard to come bye
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