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Pallets: Business Analysis

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As I watch my father from inside, he makes and organizes the wood pallets he had made. As a young child, I have always admired my strong and intelligent father, for starting a business on his own, as well as establishing a name to be known in the city. At ten years old, I began to help around the shop, However, being tiny and weak, I only swept when needed. I was a timid child, only watching the way he handled the task swiftly and efficiently. A minor business waiting to grow, waiting for some major help around. I wanted to become part of a significant process. Make a generous impact that helps improves the process of growing into a satisfactory business. Even as a young timid girl, I wanted to have the sensation of accomplishing something. In the beginning I was struggling with …show more content…

Making things can always make you feel accomplished, delightful and a new experience in life. “Pallets!” I thought. Pallets are what makes the business, then why not learn how to make one. I wanted to surprise my dad and show him that I can help in the business without the help of an adult. Day by day I began to watch the movements of lifting and nailing. I would pretend as if I had the real thing. First, I gathered the needed material: three runners, twelve boards, nails and a hammer. I put three imaginary runners on the floor. I put about five boards at the top and hammered them. Finally, I turned it around and put in the last remaining seven boards. I felt delighted knowing I had the right steps or so I had thought. I quietly walked to the back of the warehouse. First I reached over and one by one took three runners. I tried to carry it, but it was too heavy; dragging was the only option. Looking around to see my dad wasn’t there, I went back and, two by two, I began dragging the boards to the back. It was behind about five stacks of twenty wooden pallets. As I hid there, I placed down the three runners vertically on the floor evenly spaced, creating a gap

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