Hunting My Own "Bear"

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slept late from the night before. It was 7 o' clock in the morning and I was thinking to myself: "What am I doing here, when everyone else is sleeping comfortably in their beds." In addition, I was the youngest and the most ill-prepared, so the whole day was just learning how to do this and that, and what not to do. The following days got easier and easier for me just getting used to the schedule, but my uncle had this trepidating aura that surrounded him all the time, which made it hard to approach and ask him for advice. So usually, if I had a question I would just wait for him to look at me(which sometimes took like a whole hour)and then kind of signaled using my forehead. The most petrifying part of working at the shop was a screwed up job, if you screwed up on a job you would get yelled at, most severely.
One day, as I was waking up from a deep, Sunday sleep. I was thinking: why does he always treat me like I can't do anything, what can I do to show him. So all the way ...

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