Postal warehouse, sixteen years old, 1980.
I began in a Polish postal service warehouse. Sorting, loading, moving stock by hand.
I earned my forklift license there and spent years on the truck. At twenty-six I was running a shift, which meant I was responsible for people who had been doing the job longer than I had been alive on the floor.
That was the first lesson worth keeping. Authority on a warehouse floor comes from knowing the work, not from the title on the schedule. A shift manager who cannot do the job he is directing will be found out inside a week.
After the shift work came the office and dispatch. Same operation, different seat, and the first view of how badly the paperwork and the pallets can disagree.