It was never really my plan to blog about work. At least not an entire post but it’s just felt like one of those days, plus something interesting happened today and I just felt like sharing it. It’s been a long week. I had an interview on Tuesday for a job at a retail store. When I had applied, I was applying for an Assistant Manager position but in the interview I was told the position was for a Sales Associate. I’ve had that happen before and it’s kind of annoying. The interview went well though and I may get called back for a second interview. If they can give me full time hours it will probably be better than my current job. Which brings me to my reason for blogging, my job. I enjoy my job, most of the time. There are things I really like about it and in some ways it feels like the right fit.
I like jobs where I feel my specific skills are needed and where I feel like there are things I can improve on, I’m not just another cog in the machine. I like fixing things and making them better and there are definitely things that could be improved upon on at my current job. I also like working for companies that I feel stand for something and are making a difference. My last job was at a Thrift Store, and their net sales went toward helping families with adoptions, at risk youth, immigrants, etc. So even though there are a lot of reasons why I hate my job, when I really think about it, I still enjoy it.
However, today was one of those days I just wanted to throw my hands up in the air and walk out. Nothing even that big happened though. Although I’ve noticed I tend to have near meltdowns over little things instead of big things because I let everything build up until anything could set me off. I had to work with a new employee, who kind of grates on my nerves. I had a lot of things to get done but barely got to any of them. At the end of the night we had to move the cycle bikes so the cleaning crew could clean underneath them. While moving them I slammed my shin on the corner of one of the legs and now I have a humongous bruise and it took off skin, through my pants.
I guess I just needed to rant a little.
I do still need to tell you my story though, it was the only interesting part of my day. I was at our front desk when suddenly one of our trainers came out of her class and was like, “Kristin, call 911. There’s a car on fire.” I didn’t understand her the first time but the second time I heard it, I was like oh shit. I’ve never had to call 911 before, I was on the line for awhile before they answered. Thankfully our Director was there and she made sure everything was okay, so I didn’t have to leave the front desk. Turns out there was some sort of electrical short in the dashboard that started the fire. It didn’t touch the engine though, so parts of the car are salvageable. Which I was happy for the kid who’s car it was. He volunteers at our facility so I know him a little bit. Anyway that was my excitement for the day/month/slash several months.