August 18, 2012 § 1 Comment
My first day “on the job” in Sweden consisted of picking and sorting a whole lot of tomatoes and picking and trimming bunches of onions. Today all I did was pick tomatoes. I’m quite slow and didn’t get to anything else in my six-hour shift. I learned that this won’t do when you run a business selling organic vegetables. The entire inventory needs to be restocked continuously, not just the tomato supply.
(On an unrelated note, I didn’t think it was possible to get so dirty picking tomatoes in a greenhouse. I need a shower after every shift. I can’t get the dark green grit out from under my thumbnails no matter how many times I wash my hands.)
I’d liken this particular volunteer experience to an internship, albeit on a farm setting. Please don’t misconstrue this as a complaint. I’ve no reason to complain. The work isn’t the most inspiring I’ve ever done. Internships hardly ever qualify as “inspiring.” Although I don’t directly impact the business, the limited role I play behind the scenes affords me a broad perspective. I learn by observing what others do and by asking questions.
I could brood about picking tomatoes for six hours straight. Oh, it’s tempting. But I’d rather not. I don’t see the point.