At one point in my mid twenties I was working at a grocery store that would be considered upscale, but a family business. Within a small family business things can become very disorganized and disjointed quickly. This particular place of employment possessed all of these qualities. 

Kevin was in his mid twenties when he had met the girl of his dreams. Her name was Nadia. They had been working together at a restaurant; he being a bartender and she being a server. Then one day Kevin finally got the courage to ask her out. To his surprise she said yes. She didn't drive so he more than willingly offered to pick her up from her apartment. 

​Many moons ago I worked with a very dangerous man on the graveyard shift. Murphy had a reputation for violence, a temper and was called by many, "A redneck with a psychotic edge." He also had a scary look, in particular his steel grey eyes and his stoic facial expressions. We worked together for several years and because I was more than half his age he treated me good and we always joked around. For the most part I enjoyed working with him. But the store managers who worked on the day shift were terrified of him. They would never tell him what to do in person and never send him an email of work to be done. They always told me to tell him and all I ever said to him was, "Don't kill the messenger."