A culture of workaholics My dad taught me to be a worker. One of the only ways that I could consistently receive his affirmation was by reporting to work. It’s no wonder one summer I prided myself on working twelve doubleshifts at Hersheypark. I know that was an accomplishment that I could have certainly used to please my father. I’m not sure it worked, but it did reveal to me that I was willing to work hard to get love.