What I do for ’living’: Includes complaining

From my first workday!

I’ve had a pretty messed up week so I’m trying hard to think about something positive and happy - then my work crossed my mind. My workplace might not be the happiest place on earth but it’s actually cool enough. So here’s some nonsense about what I do when I work at the local supermarket: At the moment I work two or three times a week and sometimes it’s only for 8 hours, others it’s more than 16 it depends on if I’m working from shit o’clock in the weekend or not. But what I do is actually very simple - I help customers. Before 2013 started I was always “on the floor” as we call it, and made sure that all the products were on the right shelves and helped out lost customers there for reasons unknown couldn’t find the rye bread or the breadcrumbs. I was good at it if the customers didn’t ask me silly questions as “do you know when you’ll have this weird fish again?” or “where do you have the bagatelles?” Either way I always hurry to the recycle machine when it’s complaining but as my boss said: “That machine is sh** and it’ll always be,” so nothing really helped. But this year my boss decided that everyone should be able to sit at the check-out and he promised me it was only at emergencies I’d have to sit there - but of course after sitting there for 4-5 hours in a row I started believing that my boss might not have told me the truth. I get really hoarse of all the talking, saying “have a nice day!” and “do you want the receipt?” and when the clock is close at 6 pm I start forgetting how much money the costumer should have and if I actually said goodbye to them or not. Therefore I can easily make this conclusion: I don’t like to sit at the check-out and I’d very much like to either stop working or only “be at the floor”. Luckily I only have ten shifts left at the supermarket and then my brother will take over, even though he first turns 15 in May - but that’s not my problem. I actually look forward to teaching my brother everything I know, because to be honest I’ve learned a lot - I have grown since I started in many ways. I don’t think it’s so difficult anymore to be around strangers (even though it still seems like that) and I know exactly what to do when I work. It’s not like I’m freaking perfect or awesome at my job I just know stuff. The other day I was helping a new kid out and it surprised me how bad he was at driving around with the pallet-lifter and it was then it hit me, all that I just wrote. Therefore I’ll make a new conclusion: I might not like my job so much anymore but I sure as hell owe it a lot when it comes to learning to know myself. So thank you Christoffer for hiring me back in the days, I owe you heaps! Sille is out.