I loved working with my dad, but I hated the summer job he gave me. He owned a small 1 in Bank Street. In his shop, the most recently 2 person got the worst job, and the boss' son was also 3 .
I didn't want to spend hours 4 the frost on the ceiling of the walk-in freezer, and it was the Saturday afternoon's job that I hated most. We received fresh 5 every day. Chicken sat in wooden boxes and was 6 with crushed ice. During the week, the ice and the blood of the chicken slowly leaked into the containers 7 the chicken, creating its bloody smell.
There was only one 8 to get rid of the blood and wash the container: hold my 9 and carefully slide the containers from under the chicken, as I tried not to 10 the contents over my clothes, and then 11 into the drain(下水道).
Soon, students 12 have cut lawns, painted houses, worked in offices, or maybe even worked in the butcher's will to 13 school. Some will have great memories 14 others will come back with 15 ones.
Looking back, I thought my father could have 16 me from my weekly hell. However, my dad, who'd dropped out of school to help support his family after his father died, was a teacher for me 17 . He knew treating me 18 from his other employees would be an unfair thing. Most importantly, he taught me to 19 those who do the hard and 20 tasks in life.
For the next six summer, I returned not as the boss' son, but as one of other guys, and I cleaned the dirty containers every Saturday afternoon.