Ever since I was about fourteen I have been working at my aunt's shop. While barely making minimum wage I slaved through the hot summers at what I affectionately like to call the sweat factory. I call it this because the shop is well over 119 degrees in the summer.

In the early 1990's my aunt Ardia began her business in New York City. Her company was called Provost Displays and Character Translations Incorporated. What my aunt's business specializes is costumes and scenery for major motion pictures and events. While working with her I have had many experiences, both good and bad, and have learned from all of them.

Since I was eligible to work I have taken advantage of that opportunity. I also know the meaning of a dollar, and that also means what it takes to get one, not just the fact that if one spends it they can procure material things. Some things money can't buy, for everything else , theres master card! Really, I may be the boss' nephew but I work just as hard as any one at the shop. Some of my duties include taking out trash, tediously drilling holes into wood, sweeping, and carrying heavy plastic on roofs. I love my job!

By Paul Maiellano