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I closed tonight with Brittney and I think it is funny how we both delight in sweeping the floor only if the titles are cluttered enough with food, dirt, etc to gather a small pile, which of course requires more work and concentration, but we both find it rather irritant and pointless to tend to a floor that entails just a spot check sweep.
Tonight a costumer was explaining to me that it is a proven fact that most girls can’t whistle. This statistic brought to mind, along with whistling, that I’m not very adept to winking either. So during my break I practiced winking at the empty cumbrous trying to improve the skill that I think to be very faltering. While doing this I wondered who was the first person to close only one eye and a slight smile with the idea that it would have a wooing effect on the one they are affectionate towards.
A homeless man, that wasn’t all there, came into the store today and made conversation with me that was mostly not understood and somewhat creepy. I tried my best to hold the mans attention to me because I saw the looks other costumers gave him whenever they were confronted with his jumbled sentences and weary eyed stares. His sandwiches were made and I helped him out to see that no other costumers were frightened.
Earlier a man with three mentally challenged young adults came in to order their dinner. They were very polite but not sure how to ask for what they wanted, relying on the man that they were familiar with to help pick what they wanted on their sandwich.
When I’m faced with people like these two examples in a situation I try to hide my confusion on what is the best thing to say/do, and my uncomfortable feeling of maybe doing something wrong. Holding patience with the situation is never a problem, thoughts of others disregarding these people’s feelings for something that isn’t their fault ensures it.
Tonight a costumer was explaining to me that it is a proven fact that most girls can’t whistle. This statistic brought to mind, along with whistling, that I’m not very adept to winking either. So during my break I practiced winking at the empty cumbrous trying to improve the skill that I think to be very faltering. While doing this I wondered who was the first person to close only one eye and a slight smile with the idea that it would have a wooing effect on the one they are affectionate towards.
A homeless man, that wasn’t all there, came into the store today and made conversation with me that was mostly not understood and somewhat creepy. I tried my best to hold the mans attention to me because I saw the looks other costumers gave him whenever they were confronted with his jumbled sentences and weary eyed stares. His sandwiches were made and I helped him out to see that no other costumers were frightened.
Earlier a man with three mentally challenged young adults came in to order their dinner. They were very polite but not sure how to ask for what they wanted, relying on the man that they were familiar with to help pick what they wanted on their sandwich.
When I’m faced with people like these two examples in a situation I try to hide my confusion on what is the best thing to say/do, and my uncomfortable feeling of maybe doing something wrong. Holding patience with the situation is never a problem, thoughts of others disregarding these people’s feelings for something that isn’t their fault ensures it.