Introduction to my Memoir

Imagine working at a factory, in which everyone working with you is over the age of 40, yet almost all of them act like they have just reached their 10th birthday. Imagine trying to work after coming back from a break, to find out you just sat in a chair covered in water, and the whole entire staff is standing behind you dying of laughter. Or, you get off work, and eager to leave, you go out to your car, and somebody slopped silicone grease, which does not wash off, under all of your car door handles. That was what it was like when I worked at NADCO Tapes and Labels factory last summer. The job changed me and made me realize that I definitely want to go to college so that I do not end up like these people, or end up working fifty to sixty hours per week, just to be able to barely support myself.