So my first job was at a little ice cream shop in my hometown. It’s *really* little and just the quintessential mom and pop-type business. There was never more than a couple people working at a time, and only a handful of employees altogether, most of us part time.
For the first week or so, I was scheduled with a different person for every shift so that I could to know everyone. It was a decent group of people, everyone was friendly enough. The last person I worked with was Jacob, who I had actually gone to school with – he graduated 2 years ahead of me and had never really talked before, but we did recognize each other. Working with him was fine, he was really friendly. He told me about his girlfriend and we joked that my boyfriend and him shared the same name.