My footsteps reverberated throughout the room as I approached the forklift. I hastily climbed aboard as I could hear the restless impatience of the waiting dock workers. The smell of nearly ripe fruit mingled with the salty breeze from the loading dock as I carefully navigated the lift under the wooden slats supporting the tower of produce. I locked the lift in place, shifted gears and lifted the heavy load high above me, nearly halfway to the rafters. Carefully, I navigated the forklift toward the opening where half a dozen men anxiously awaited their final load of the day, eager to grab a beer at the local pub just up the block.