My parents want me to quit my job. In fact...
If I don't quit my job and take at least three classes this next semester, and have them pay me the about $150-$200 I make a week, then they're going to start charging me for living here. Now you may be thinking that's an AWESOME set up. Which it is. And my parents only mean well for me for doing this.
But the thought of leaving my job nearly made me cry. It's the first job I've ever had, and I've been there over a year and a half. I started out as a lowly-never-worked-before associate in the specialty department, and was transfered to "cross training" as a cashier because my manager hated me (I never did figure out why). They found me to be a kickass cashier, great with people, and cross trained me in every other department for a short while. My enthusiasm and desire to do better, to do bigger things impressed them.
Months and months before anyone knew the UPC Sign Specialty job would open up later on, I asked to be trained there in case they needed more than one person. They were reluctant at first, but I kind of pushed them into letting me try it, to teaching me one thing at a time, until finally they realized that they WOULD need someone, and that I was perfect for it.
Our UPC Sign Specialist was promoted to Customer Service Manager, and moved to another store. Very, very few people were surprised when I took over her weekly price change duties after she left. That's been three or four months at this point, but it wasn't two months afterward that we had potential investors brought into our store, of all the ones in the country, and we were all issued new nametags. Mine was unexpectedly an engraved magnet nametag (instead of the fish shaped one I still had for being a Specialty associate) that said "Lead Cashier." That one was a surprise.
One of my managers trains me something new every week, because my next possible promotion would be her position, Customer Service Manager. Not that I'd replace her, but she wants me to be able to do it, because she knows I can. I love this woman, I worry about her.
The cashiers I'm in charge of respect me for the most part (more than I could ask for), I've always been given more responsibility than I should have, in a good way. Specialty associates come to ME with questions. I'm asked to fill in for both stocking and Specialty when someone is needed. Customers know me by name, know me as my store, know about my own pets, trust me to do the best that I possibly can for them and their animals.
I can't leave my store. The dumb girl that's always thought she deserved what I would get can't win. Two of my VERY best friends I met in that store, and I wouldn't often see them outside of it for various reasons. There are customers that come in and ask ONLY to talk to me. I learned everything I know about birds because of them, found my one true love in Danny (my bird) when the store opened. But I can't stay there and lose what I've worked for in order to do what I should do for myself.
I know that I'm wrong to even see a problem with this. It's better for me, it's better for everything... but it makes it seem all such a waste.
If I don't quit my job and take at least three classes this next semester, and have them pay me the about $150-$200 I make a week, then they're going to start charging me for living here. Now you may be thinking that's an AWESOME set up. Which it is. And my parents only mean well for me for doing this.
But the thought of leaving my job nearly made me cry. It's the first job I've ever had, and I've been there over a year and a half. I started out as a lowly-never-worked-before associate in the specialty department, and was transfered to "cross training" as a cashier because my manager hated me (I never did figure out why). They found me to be a kickass cashier, great with people, and cross trained me in every other department for a short while. My enthusiasm and desire to do better, to do bigger things impressed them.
Months and months before anyone knew the UPC Sign Specialty job would open up later on, I asked to be trained there in case they needed more than one person. They were reluctant at first, but I kind of pushed them into letting me try it, to teaching me one thing at a time, until finally they realized that they WOULD need someone, and that I was perfect for it.
Our UPC Sign Specialist was promoted to Customer Service Manager, and moved to another store. Very, very few people were surprised when I took over her weekly price change duties after she left. That's been three or four months at this point, but it wasn't two months afterward that we had potential investors brought into our store, of all the ones in the country, and we were all issued new nametags. Mine was unexpectedly an engraved magnet nametag (instead of the fish shaped one I still had for being a Specialty associate) that said "Lead Cashier." That one was a surprise.
One of my managers trains me something new every week, because my next possible promotion would be her position, Customer Service Manager. Not that I'd replace her, but she wants me to be able to do it, because she knows I can. I love this woman, I worry about her.
The cashiers I'm in charge of respect me for the most part (more than I could ask for), I've always been given more responsibility than I should have, in a good way. Specialty associates come to ME with questions. I'm asked to fill in for both stocking and Specialty when someone is needed. Customers know me by name, know me as my store, know about my own pets, trust me to do the best that I possibly can for them and their animals.
I can't leave my store. The dumb girl that's always thought she deserved what I would get can't win. Two of my VERY best friends I met in that store, and I wouldn't often see them outside of it for various reasons. There are customers that come in and ask ONLY to talk to me. I learned everything I know about birds because of them, found my one true love in Danny (my bird) when the store opened. But I can't stay there and lose what I've worked for in order to do what I should do for myself.
I know that I'm wrong to even see a problem with this. It's better for me, it's better for everything... but it makes it seem all such a waste.
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"Long ago, when sailing ships ruled the waves, a captain and his crew were in danger of being boarded by a pirate ship. As the crew became frantic, the captain bellowed to his First Mate, "Bring me my red shirt!"
The First Mate quickly retrieved the captain's red shirt, which the captain put on and led the crew to battle the pirate boarding party.
Although some casualties occurred among the crew, the pirates were repelled. Later that day, the lookout screamed that there were two pirate vessels sending boarding parties. The crew cowered in fear, but the captain, calm as ever, bellowed, "Bring me my red shirt!"
Once again the battle was on. However, the Captain and his crew repelled both boarding parties, though this time more casualties occurred.
Weary from the battles, the men sat around on deck that night recounting the day's occurrences when an ensign looked to the Captain and asked, "Sir, why did you call for your red shirt before the battle?"
The Captain, giving the ensign a look that only a captain can give, exhorted, "If I am wounded in battle, the red shirt does not show the wound and thus, you men will continue to fight unafraid."
The men sat in silence marveling at the courage of such a man. As dawn came the next morning, the lookout screamed that there were pirate ships, 10 of them, all with boarding parties on their way.
The men became silent and looked to the Captain, their leader, for his usual command. The Captain, calm as ever, bellowed, "Bring me my brown pants!" "