How Psyck Changed My Life

Numerous shoulder mounts of trophy animals line the walls along with an occasional fish mount. My taste buds water at the delightful smell of freshly smoked sausage. The bandsaw screams and the grinder crunches; an animal is being processed. My Grandpa, Clarence Psyck Jr., bought the business from his father in 1969, so I was born into it. Psyck’s Super Market has affected me in many ways, such as, having limited free time, causing poor circulation in my hands, developing responsibility, and working with people.
A majority of my time is spent working for the store, whether it be butchering, processing animals, or tending the cash register. When not in school, I usually butcher or process animals. I want to hang out with friends more often, but I work during the summer.

My Composition and Spanish class are the worst because we rarely move around, so while lying back in my chair, I doze off. Teachers have never said anything to me, but they’ve noticed. I go to bed as early as possible, but I’m always tired. Sometimes I wish I could fall asleep for twenty minutes, so I wouldn’t be tired anymore throughout the day.
Butchering has caused poor circulation in my hands. Sticking my numb hands into a bucket of hot water to warm them up caused this. I distinctly remember one day we were butchering; it was 0 degrees Fahrenheit with a -23 degree wind chill. My hands were freezing; I shocked them in the water every minute. They burned severely, and it felt like a thousand knives puncturing my hands as I dipped them in. Overtime this happened repeatedly, so my hands go numb very easily.
Psyck’s Super Market has taught me responsibility, which has developed a good work ethic. Being able to own up to a mistake is hard, but will only benefit a person. An employer likes it if someone admits to an error, rather than denying it. It is embarrassing to do wrong, but something will always be learned from