Today was my last day working at the grocery store. That means I’m down to 2 jobs in case anyone is counting. I am.
I liked working there; in a specialty aisle filled with organic and natural products. Everything from diapers, hair colour, skin care, vitamin and mineral supplements, gluten-free items, cereals, potato chips and more, more, more. I got to know this stuff pretty good. I knew what belonged and what didn’t. After a while I started to know the rest of the store too. Keep in mind, this is a “big box” store aka HUGE. Regular customers knew where to find me and sought me out. These were mostly sweet little old ladies and gruff old guys and sometimes the other way around. I would lead them right to what they were looking for in another part of the store. I was always surprised at their faces when, after telling me they already looked down that aisle, I found it. I would get so excited sometimes I would actually say, rather loudly, “Oh oh there it is!”
I know, not very dignified but I never claimed to be.
It always gave me a thrill when they knew my name and I totally forgot I wore a name tag.
When I started out in this job I could barely bend over, I huffed and puffed after only walking a few metres, my hips hurt so bad I hobbled and my feet were so swollen I couldn’t put shoes on. This was all before I started work for the day. Before each shift I took to taking some Arthritis Tylenol I found in the house. Amazing how well it worked. I realized today, my last day, that I hadn’t taken any of the Tylenol for a few weeks. I was bending over, picking up boxes, and running around the store, on “No Tax” day no less, with barely a heave. Mind you I’m still tired but I do have a crazy schedule.
There was one guy who would come in on a Sunday when I was working. He had a basket and gradually filled it with different things from my section. He would come over to ask me questions or my opinion on a product. Often. Very often.
After about the 3rd Sunday of this and he finally left the store, one of the grocery guys came over with a very annoyed look on his face and a full basket in his hands. He asked, “any of this stuff look familiar to you?” Of course it did. It all came from my department. All of it. The grocery guy informed me this was the 3rd week in a row where they would find a basket filled with Aisle 11 products in it. Gulp.
The next week the guy came in again. I went to the bathroom. For a long time.
The customers were great and the experiences I had with them were so good. Even if something was negative (I can’t think of anything) it was always positive. The staff, on the other hand, were just downright rude. There must be something about earning minimum wage that puts an edge on people or a chip on their shoulder. I barely had a friendly conversation with anyone, and not for lack of trying. One guy I did talk to a couple of times told me something that curled my already curly hair. He had been working there for 7 years and earned .35 and hour more than me! Seven Years! No wonder people are miserable. The managers lord it over the staff; I heard, at least twice, a manager speaking to an employee in a very derogatory way. No skills at all. Another one today was so rude to a customer it was horrible.
Good to get out of there. Now instead of the 75 hour weeks I’ve enjoyed the last little while I will be working 60. I just spent 1/2 hour on MSN with my fella and going over my schedule and booking time with him. Booked time with my sister at her cottage too.
Schedules are great.
Please don’t give me shit for all the hours I have to work. I know it’s a lot and I will soon have enough money to get a lawyer so Carly and I get what we need. Then I can go back to one job and not be so desperate. I care very much about myself and have already made changes about important things. Since my days are going to be very long, I am eating a lot better. I rest whenever I can and I plan to keep up with exercise (we have 2 flights of stairs to climb at my government job). My meds are in order and my fella still loves me. I have plans to grocery shop after work since Sobeys is now open 24 hours and so is Wal-Mart. On my days off, my time is with Carly who, by the way, has a very busy summer all planned out for her. When this contract with the feds ends, she and I will take a little vacation until the next one begins again. Oh and she and I will be moving next month. We shall bond over boxes. And pizza. We could afford pizza.
New adventures for me all over the place! I hope you all stick with me as I know my writing may become sporadic. Here’s hoping it doesn’t. I still love it and I love you.