Unkind cashiers grinded their teeth, poking fun at the young loader, but soon they found out who he really was.

Few would argue with the assertion that loader At the age of 30 years, the prospect is not the best. Even in men, health is not iron. And coupled with frankly low expectations and lack of hopes for at least some career growth, the picture is very dull and dreary.



Now imagine that a loader goes to get a person with some physical characteristics. A job where good physical health is most important. In addition to difficulties with the workflow, such a person risks being misunderstood among colleagues and superiors. Is it worth it? Let's try to figure it out.

For the “interview” this time came a thin man with sad eyes. Olga Olegovna looked at him and realized that he definitely will not take root in the team. Small, thin, sitting crooked. It does not fit the image of a loader in a grocery supermarket. But the conversation had to be held, even if it was useless.

- So, you understand, yes, that our work is often associated with heavy loads, behind which wages may not keep up? You can't be late for lunch for half an hour. Look, we're strict on this.
- Yeah, I get it. Don't worry, I'll manage.
- Wait, what happened to your shoulder? It's an injury or...
- I told you everything on the phone, apparently you weren't warned. Yeah, a little trauma, but don't worry. It just looks weird, but I don't really feel uncomfortable. Do not pay attention to such a small thing.



The shift chief rolled her eyes. That's all I needed. A handicapped truck. Wow, they've never had that in the store before. It won't. Employees still have to... Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of falling kitchen utensils. Stainless steel, it won't break. But what's going on?!

Vadim entered the room. Not too young a man, working as a kitty in the store for more than a year. After the New Year holidays, he could not stop and that’s the day he came to work in a very drunk state. Now he looked around guiltyly, and seeing the boss, he quickly turned the corner and ran away. How does he even get here in this state?

- Okay, Ivan... Anatolyevich. Let's give you a week of probation. 75% of your salary. Let's see what you can do, and then we'll decide. Our men are harsh, but fair. You won't be lazy. But if you do, of course you should come to me. We'll settle all the issues.
- Okay, thanks. I'll be at your place at 8:00 tomorrow.
- Better half past eight. To be briefed.



The next morning the man was there. He was given a form and given superficial instructions. During the introduction, the old loaders openly looked at the beginner with an obvious physical defect. By the middle of the day, he was even given a rather offensive nickname. But Vanya didn't pay attention to it. He was just doing his job.

It's been 3 days. It was impossible to say that a thin young man directly grabbed the stars from the sky. No, often some tasks were almost impossible for him. They spent more time on them, but still he stoically coped with them. His colleagues were also not too enthusiastic: silent, even unsociable. No contact, no jokes. At least he's doing his job, and that's fine.

- So, you've already worked for 3 days. According to the employees, you are not suitable for our team. But I looked at the security footage. Vanya, did you really sweep the locker room? We have a cleaner for that.
- Someone's been throwing candy gimmicks. Do you have to wait until the end of the day to clean up? Pigskin.
- Well done. You're still working at a rather slow pace. But you still fit us. Does your arm hurt? How's it going? Olga Olegovna snapped her fingers on the inside of her neck.
- No use. I never did.
- Very good. You fit us. You're officially working from tomorrow.



At the end of the working day, Vanya changed his clothes and was already out of the staff room, when suddenly a colleague blocked his way. That's Vadim. He still smelled like a dining 150 grams, and he was quite bellicose.

- Well, cripple. You got yours? Wasn't it embarrassing for you to hit Ola? And for what, for a job like that? Well, of course, what else do you have?
- Vadim, what happened?
- What happened? Fired me. Because of you. I worked here, by the way, and nobody complained. And you, the wretched one, took me quietly. I'm not gonna mess with you. But let me say this: you are a bad person, Vanya, rotten.
- I wasn't just doing my job. You'd pay attention to her, too. You're no good after lunch. Like before him, though.
- You won't live here. My guys won't. I promise you that.

With these words, the former store employee turned around and left on his own business. Not that Vanya has any regrets about it, but it was frustrating to know that further work is unlikely to be easier in terms of relationships with other employees. But what can you do?

When he got home, he changed his clothes, took a shower, and went to the tiny kitchen to cook himself dinner. No frills, but the diet should have a good amount of carbohydrates and protein. Vanya knew that well. Entering the room with a plate of porridge in his hands, he involuntarily looked at the sideboard: it was all sparkling with the abundance of medals inside. There were certificates of honor.



Less than a year has passed since that tragic incident. There was another competition in mixed martial arts. The enemy, although he did not stand out from the general mass of fighters with his dimensions, was rumored to be absolutely ruthless. He doesn't care about the beauty of the process. The main thing is to win the fight. The first round went well. And in the second due to improper capture Ivan broke the shoulder joint.

And it was so unfortunate that it took a very complicated operation in Europe. Difficult, urgent and expensive. Where can I get the money? Nowhere. I had to go to local institutions. There he was operated on, but the result was disappointing. The career of the athlete ended on tatami.



Well, at least self-discipline remained. While you need to think about how to make ends meet, and then decide what to do in the future. Carrying bags of cereal is good, but how far will you go? Sad thoughts surrounded the man from all sides, but a firm character did not let him finally sour.

- Nothing, we will break through, he said to himself out loud. - There will be a party on our street!

Life shows us that there is not enough talent for success. It does not hurt a little luck and a lot of work. Perseverance, self-discipline will not give a chasm in the whirlpool of victories and defeats. No matter how weak a person is physically, inner willpower will not allow him to drown!