"Dear Jumbo team," he wrote. "You probably don’t remember me. I’m the tall boy with the blue backpack who always buys an ice cream at the self-checkout. But today, I helped clean up a jar of appelstroop before anyone slipped. I didn’t do it for a discount. I did it because I see how your team works: fast, friendly, and without drama. I want to be part of that rhythm. I’m available after school and all day Saturday. Give me a broom, a scanner, or a cheese slicer—I’ll learn. I’m Sem, 17, and I live three streets away. My mother says I’m stubborn. I call it dedicated."
He attached his CV—short and honest: no work experience yet, but he added "Jumbo customer since age 5" and "professional apple pie carrier (never dropped one)." sollicitatiebrief jumbo
Every Saturday morning, 17-year-old Sem de Vries walked the same route through Jumbo supermarket in Eindhoven. He’d grab a cart, follow his mother’s list, and quietly observe the chaos behind the cheerful red logo. He watched cashiers who still smiled after four hours of beeping scanners. He saw shelf-stockers who knew exactly where the hagelslag belonged, even with their eyes closed. "Dear Jumbo team," he wrote