It’s happened. It’s all happening. It’s scaring me half to death, but I’m doing it, and that’s really all that matters, right? I started my new position at Target today and I had to break out my costumer service voice for the first time ever.
My last and only other job that I had was working in the kitchen of a bakery, hidden from shoppers. I would avoid eye contact with them because I was afraid they’d ask me how to pronounce something or if I could read the foreign packaging and I’d have to appoint them to my co-worker or boss, which was embarrassing and LAME. I didn’t even know where things were located in the store, and that was inconvenient for stocking when shipments came in among the fact that I couldn’t direct a costumer where they needed to look. Besides volunteering I’ve never really handled money. But today I took the dive in and I ended up doing… pretty alright?
My mentor that was training me for the day said that I did well and that I picked it up quickly. I constantly feel like everything I did wrong stuck out and I always felt like I was taking a long time. But after multiple reassurances from my mentor and then even talking to my sister, who dealt with the woes of cashiering, I finally think I’ve got it through my head that it’s OKAY to take your time, because it’s better to do things correctly and well. Besides, my position isn’t just cashier, everyone has to learn how to do it. Tomorrow I experience what it’ll be like to work the floor and all that. Today I only worked four hours and tomorrow will be six hours. I just don’t want to let anyone down during that whole time, you know? And I’m nervous about what I’ll eat for lunch… maybe I’ll just go to Wendy’s and fill up there so I don’t have to worry about my food anxiety around others and how to handle bringing my lunch from home. One step at a time.