Once in a while, I work for my father when he is shorthanded at his store. Sometimes I will work the sales floor, and other times I will do inventory and other odd jobs in the back. The other day when I was there he had me opening packages. I opened one, and it sure did not seem like anything that belonged at his store. It was a carbide end mill. I went and asked my dad if they had ordered that, and he told me no. He had me call the company, and ask them if they would send what they were originally supposed to send, and to tell them that we would send back the wrong package. I do enjoy working at the store though. Many of the people that work there are around my age, and they are all fun to work with and to be around. It is a really loose work atmosphere, despite the fact that my dad works everyone, including myself, pretty hard. Knowing all of them so well made the Christmas party last year really fun. It was nice to be able to kick back and enjoy a few beers with the people that I worked with.