...Now a Car Gadget Seller
Twenty minutes before Saturday's match began I got a job. Or rather, a call-back. It's a little gig in retail with "a lot of room for development". I guess what that pretty much sums up to is that: today - cash register in the corner, tommorow - the cash register with a view. There's no end to the possibilities really.
Don't mind me, it's actually quite nice. But after three days I now remember exactly why I got out of that sort of stuff all those two years ago. There's the fear of handling money wrong, the awkwardness of getting tongue-tied when a customer jokes/talks/grumbles with/to/at you - in no specific orders. It's the storing of conversations, and the repetition of these throughout the day, the random stabs of unprovoked fear. The excitement of having a day off to look forward to, and the feeling of dread knowing that your first minute off means your free time is almost over. And the worst of these: the pre-dreams just before you nod off to sleep - and you repeatedly find yourself right back at work in a scenario where you have just done something absolutely horrible.
I'm not going to sit here and say that EVERYTHING is awful, however : there are some perks. Working at a store that seels pretty much everything equipment wise, whether you need a cooling system for your living room computer or car, a golf club, a club sandwhich maker or a tube automatically means that you, the cashier, obviously knows everything about everything. You can either use this to your benefit, or disadvantage. I prefer option number 1.
Yesterday, for example, a man at check out bought a cargadget.
Him: "This cardgadget will fit a chevv 98, right?"
Me: "Hmm. You know....I'm gonna have to go with Yes."
I felt smart - and also a little pretty.
Don't mind me, it's actually quite nice. But after three days I now remember exactly why I got out of that sort of stuff all those two years ago. There's the fear of handling money wrong, the awkwardness of getting tongue-tied when a customer jokes/talks/grumbles with/to/at you - in no specific orders. It's the storing of conversations, and the repetition of these throughout the day, the random stabs of unprovoked fear. The excitement of having a day off to look forward to, and the feeling of dread knowing that your first minute off means your free time is almost over. And the worst of these: the pre-dreams just before you nod off to sleep - and you repeatedly find yourself right back at work in a scenario where you have just done something absolutely horrible.
I'm not going to sit here and say that EVERYTHING is awful, however : there are some perks. Working at a store that seels pretty much everything equipment wise, whether you need a cooling system for your living room computer or car, a golf club, a club sandwhich maker or a tube automatically means that you, the cashier, obviously knows everything about everything. You can either use this to your benefit, or disadvantage. I prefer option number 1.
Yesterday, for example, a man at check out bought a cargadget.
Him: "This cardgadget will fit a chevv 98, right?"
Me: "Hmm. You know....I'm gonna have to go with Yes."
I felt smart - and also a little pretty.
