There were three or four of us, counting me. My working…
““There were three or four of us, counting me. My working place was established in a corner of the warehouse, where Mr. Quinion could see me, when he chose to stand up on the bottom rail of his stool in the counting-house, and look at me through a window above the desk. Hither, on the first morning of my so auspiciously beginning life on my own account, the oldest of the regular boys was summoned to show me my business. His name was Mick Walker, and he wore a ragged apron and a paper cap. He informed me that his father was a bargeman, and walked, in a black velvet head-dress, in the Lord Mayor’s Show. He also informed me that our principal associate would be another boy whom he introduced by the - to me - extraordinary name of Mealy Potatoes. I discovered, however, that this youth had not been christened by that name, but that it had been bestowed upon him in the warehouse, on account of his complexion, which was pale or mealy. Mealy’s father was a waterman, who had the additional distinction of being a fireman, and was engaged as such at one of the large theatres; where some young relation of Mealy’s - I think his little sister - did Imps in the Pantomimes.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A young apprentice learns about his coworkers, their colorful nicknames, and the bustling, hierarchical world of a 19th‑century warehouse.
In simple terms: A boy starts work and meets quirky colleagues.
Observe and adapt to workplace culture.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- first day on the job
- learning trade
- navigating senior staff
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- How do nicknames affect self‑esteem?
- What does this reveal about class divisions?
The narrative may romanticize harsh labor conditions.