Fred the Fruit Guy
My first real job was when i was 16 at a local grocery store. I applied, interviewed, landed the job and got the cool collared shirt uniform in ugly teal green and beige. It was awesome and as far as i’m concerned i was the best bag boy and grocery cart fetcher in all of the state of Alabama. My boss used to regularly yell at me from across the parking lot because i’d have some ridiculous amount of carts – like 32 of them – stacked up and rolling towards the door. In-coming customers were backed up waiting for me to move my cart train out of their way so they could park their car. I thought it was both hilarious and efficient. I think my boss thought so too, but i bet someone more important than him was telling him to keep me in line.
So eventually cart fetching and bagging got a little boring so during the slow times in the store i’d make my way back to the fruit and veggies section to hang with Fred the Fruit Guy. Fred was the fruit manager and he drove a black Camaro that he parked in the very furthest parking spot to make sure no one touched his car. He was there everyday cutting fruit trays, taking inventory, ordering more fruit, and mostly hanging out in a refrigerator in the back of the store far from the peering eyes of store managers. So we hung out. I’d eat all the watermelon i wanted, help him cut stuff up, help him restock, but mostly i’d just eat fruit. It was the perfect way to pass the time on my shift. Every few minutes or so i’d run outside and fetch all the carts. That was easy because i would just put all of them in one tremendously long train and take them all in at once. My boss would yell at me, i’d laugh and show him how efficient i was being and he’d roll his eyes and go back inside. Once the lot was clear i’d check the lines to make sure there weren’t customers in need of any grocery bagging and then i’d run to the back of the store for another handful of watermelon. I learned a lot about being a fruit manager. I’m pretty sure if Fred had decided to leave i could have easily taken over his job. Not that his job was easy or that i’m brilliant, it’s just that i thought what he did was fun so i learned a lot about it rather quickly and as my interest grew, my performance cutting fruit and stocking fruit grew too.
So now that i’m a bit older and have had several jobs since then, i still think what i learned in the fruit fridge was a valuable lesson. Enjoying what you do and finding your work to be fun eliminates the need for forcing employees to clock in and out or to be micromanaged. They will crank out far more innovative, efficient, and productive work when given the freedom to find enjoyment in their work. So love your work. And for pete’s sake, if you’re the boss, let your people have some darn fun.





















