On sunny weekend mornings, when I look out the window, I often think back to when I worked at Publix. Every saturday, and most sundays, I would get up, watch cartoons, eat a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and head off to work. Bagging groceries and taking them out to the customers' cars in 95°F weather wasn't always fun, and I often hated it. But looking back, I remember the fun we had joking with each other and the freedom to simply go outside and walk around when we were bored. We wern't suppoed to be tipped, but we often were; one former NFL player gave me $10. Dripping with sweat for hous at a time, it was the sort of job that built character. The sort that when you get older, you can bore young children with stories about long hours and physical labour. "It'll make a man out of you!" we could say.