Being A Supervisor Essay

Chips can be traumatic, but they can teach us volumes. It all began on a humid Saturday evening. I was donning my blue “Frito-Lay” t-shirt and preparing for my first night on the job. I had been trying to get a job for months, so imagine my surprise when a position opened in the potato chip company “Frito-Lay”, as a detailer. The best part is that my “supervisor” was a good friend of mine, an elderly man in his sixties. Because of this my immediate assumption was that the night would be relatively smooth sailing. When the doorbell rang, I enthusiastically ran to the door and proceeded to open it, and the warm summer air rushed in. Upon seeing my supervisor, I stuck out many hand to welcome him but with a stern look on his face he said “We’re late,” refusing my handshake and motioning for me to get in his truck. …show more content…
The first order of business, as stated in the truck, was to observe the shelves of the store and record any deficits they had in their potato chip supply. Suffice it to say that the store was nearly bare, which, in hindsight, is why we were there. We proceeded to exit the store and find a delivery truck outside to begin filling the order. The massive semi-truck that held these replacement ships was sitting parallel the store. On this truck was a padlock that once opened revealed the salty cargo: boxes stacked up to the ceiling of nothing but chips? We quickly found the boxes containing the chips we required and returned to the store. It was at this point when things began to go wrong. Firstly, after I shuffled all of the boxes into the chip aisle, I began to take chips out of the bag to put them on the shelves. I quickly realized that finding where all the different chip brands go was quick a difficult job (unless you knew from memory, a luxury I didn’t have as it was my first day). My immediate thought was