gasp
Whew! As soon as I catch my breath I'm back underwater again! This is the life I have made for myself.
The Job:
Okay, I concede. I was hasty in my condemnation of my new store and position. I had the worst first day ever and I came home and cried for the first time in nearly a year. I lay down and swore I would never get out of bed again.
I got hungry a few hours later and I got up and got over myself.
Now it's better. The work is very stressful and the hours are long. I didn't see my family for three solid days because I was coming home at 3am and sleeping until noon. The store needs a lot of work and we've barely broken the surface but the crew is good and they're willing to put in the work.
My captain is a cross between John Locke of LOST and the brother-in-law from Arrested Development that wanted to be in the Blue Man Group. David. He's very Trader Joe's-y (read: peppy corporate lackey) but he's cool. He has a son my age who just got promoted in Chicago so he's taken the father-figure approach.
My other full-timers are pretty cool. I only met Ryon once. Lissette is distant but she has her warm moments. Mike is cool (even if I am six degrees of westchester away from him: he went to my high school with the oldest brother of my childhood friend and neighbor Robyn. And he worked for her father...who is my mechanic. Yeesh). Cindy started one week behind me so we identify and lean on each other. And Semaj is like the big brother I never wanted.
Most of the part-time crew is really hardworking and cool. I've connected well with some and not at all with others but...such is life.
The store is right by the sound and next to an infamous westchester diner so the parkinglot always smells like the Jersey shore (fried food and salt water) and there are seagulls almost as large as me flying about and violently tearing grocery bags to strips (MINE!)...just a bit of imagery for y'all.
The hours suck. And it sucks not to have control over them or to be able to take vacations or anything. Television is nothing more than a wistful memory and I can't remember what my friends look like...but the money is SWEET!!
And I have a new plan. Save. More to Portland. Go to Portland State for my science post-bac and then go to veterinary school. Or move on to study astronomy, which has become my new passion (since I can't watch t.v. at normal times I've become addicted to the Science Channel).
The important thing is that I feel less shaky. I can do this for a little while, at least long enough to save up and move!
'Course I'm saying all this on my Sunday after two glorious days of peace. We'll see how I feel on Saturday night.
The Job:
Okay, I concede. I was hasty in my condemnation of my new store and position. I had the worst first day ever and I came home and cried for the first time in nearly a year. I lay down and swore I would never get out of bed again.
I got hungry a few hours later and I got up and got over myself.
Now it's better. The work is very stressful and the hours are long. I didn't see my family for three solid days because I was coming home at 3am and sleeping until noon. The store needs a lot of work and we've barely broken the surface but the crew is good and they're willing to put in the work.
My captain is a cross between John Locke of LOST and the brother-in-law from Arrested Development that wanted to be in the Blue Man Group. David. He's very Trader Joe's-y (read: peppy corporate lackey) but he's cool. He has a son my age who just got promoted in Chicago so he's taken the father-figure approach.
My other full-timers are pretty cool. I only met Ryon once. Lissette is distant but she has her warm moments. Mike is cool (even if I am six degrees of westchester away from him: he went to my high school with the oldest brother of my childhood friend and neighbor Robyn. And he worked for her father...who is my mechanic. Yeesh). Cindy started one week behind me so we identify and lean on each other. And Semaj is like the big brother I never wanted.
Most of the part-time crew is really hardworking and cool. I've connected well with some and not at all with others but...such is life.
The store is right by the sound and next to an infamous westchester diner so the parkinglot always smells like the Jersey shore (fried food and salt water) and there are seagulls almost as large as me flying about and violently tearing grocery bags to strips (MINE!)...just a bit of imagery for y'all.
The hours suck. And it sucks not to have control over them or to be able to take vacations or anything. Television is nothing more than a wistful memory and I can't remember what my friends look like...but the money is SWEET!!
And I have a new plan. Save. More to Portland. Go to Portland State for my science post-bac and then go to veterinary school. Or move on to study astronomy, which has become my new passion (since I can't watch t.v. at normal times I've become addicted to the Science Channel).
The important thing is that I feel less shaky. I can do this for a little while, at least long enough to save up and move!
'Course I'm saying all this on my Sunday after two glorious days of peace. We'll see how I feel on Saturday night.