My first high school job was at a shoe store that was right next to a craft store. The craft store sold things like garland, glue, and pipe cleaners in any color you could image. Surprisingly, it went out of business within a year. It only had two employees, older women named Lester and Manola. My boss at the neighboring shoe store offered them both jobs when their store closed, so my first work colleagues were 70-year-old ladies who were super into crafts. Our break room looked like Martha Stewart's living room. Our window displays rivaled Macys at Christmas. I swear I still find glitter in some of my old shoes.