In my junior year in high school, I decided to get a job at a local catalog store. The store was called Naum Brothers. It was a new retail model that didn’t last long. All their products were shown as samples on the selling floor. If you wanted to buy anything small or large, you had to get a pick up slip, pay for it at a cashier and have it sent by conveyor belt into the store from the warehouse.
I worked in the downstairs customer service office. I answered phones, helped customers and filed invoices. I was a terrible file clerk. I often inverted numbers and lost paperwork. Not a good thing.
It was a fun place to work though. The employees were young and partied a lot. Not that I went to the parties, but the young guys and the old ones were flirts and made me laugh.
I worked there after school and weekends from 1967 to 1968. It was my first job with a paycheck.
In June of that year, a young brash twenty-two-year-old guy came to work for the president of Naum Brothers. Rumors swirled about him before he even arrived. He was a graduate student from the University of Rochester. He was there to do an internship and help the business grow. A small desk was put into the corner of Bob Naum’s office that faced my desk. We were separated by only a thin door.
I worked in the downstairs customer service office. I answered phones, helped customers and filed invoices. I was a terrible file clerk. I often inverted numbers and lost paperwork. Not a good thing.
It was a fun place to work though. The employees were young and partied a lot. Not that I went to the parties, but the young guys and the old ones were flirts and made me laugh.
I worked there after school and weekends from 1967 to 1968. It was my first job with a paycheck.
In June of that year, a young brash twenty-two-year-old guy came to work for the president of Naum Brothers. Rumors swirled about him before he even arrived. He was a graduate student from the University of Rochester. He was there to do an internship and help the business grow. A small desk was put into the corner of Bob Naum’s office that faced my desk. We were separated by only a thin door.