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Work Experience As I woke up one Monday morning, the 7th of July 2003, it hit me. I had work experience for the next two weeks; it was brilliant, amazing. No school for two weeks. The excitement of the big wide world out there and homework. It couldn't be better, but it could be worse and It was the weather outside was appalling cloudy, cold and it was raining and I had to ride three miles to Quendon, to Red Star Tyre & Exhaust. It wasn't going to be as great as I thought getting there; the weather was like a cold winter's day, but it wasn't it was the start of summer. But I made it and pulled up outside a building, which looked as if it had been uninhabited for years. The place looked like it should have fallen down twenty years ago. The sign outside was missing words. The fuel pumps didn't work, and the man who runs the place didn't look much better, with curly ginger hair, he was a small guy for a fully grown man. He was about 5ft 6". I saw him standing behind the till his back towards me. All I saw was his hair and a dirty bedraggled jacket with what was meant to saw red star, but instead it said ' ed st r'. Then he turned round and looked at me to welcome me in, and said " I'm Terry Bacon". I didn't fell very welcome at all, and muttered " nice to meet you in a very trembled voice. He reminded me of a manic doctor you see on horror films with red eyes and a worrying smile. I heard somebody pull up outside and I looked out of the large floor to ceiling windows to see a white Peugeot 406, and stepped a young guy, well younger than Terry. He was about my height, medium build brown hair, and brown eyes, and looked as if... ... one day a customer turned up and he was about the same age as Brian, and he was in a fiesta. He wanted one of his tyres changed, so I did what he wanted done and then he left. Afterwards Brian told me he was the one at school who was really clever and went to university. After I now realise that even if you do all of university you still have to start at the bottom and work your way up. Experience is worth more than grades and its not what you know it who you know. I have learned from working at the Red Star that I want to stay on a school for as long as possible. But I don't want to go and work for somebody as I have seen at the Red Star the workers don't get treated properly. With poor quality equipment, and they still have to get the job done. I have also found out a lot about myself in the two weeks I had there.