Werk.

So I've been working my first job for a little over a month now and in many ways it's a lot better than I ever imagined work would be. I was always surrounded by people who hated their jobs growing up so I didn't know that you could actually have a "good" day, let alone have fun while at your place of employment. But Renny has fun everywhere she goes.

It was rough at first, though. I get overwhelmed easily and when I was thrown right into register duty on the first of the month I messed up a lot. None of the regulars that come to my store knew me well so when I messed up they got angry and spouted rude remarks quicker than if an experienced associate was helping them. I've had people roll their eyes at me, yell 'YOU MUST BE NEW' at the top of their lungs to embarrass me, complain about me loudly to my manager, and almost start a fight in my line. I've also had the encouragers. People who tell me about their first job, ones who laugh with me as I fight to get the sensors off their clothes, and ones who admit they're being complicated and promise to not be as ridiculous the next time they come back.

My feet don't hurt every day I work anymore but my sciatic nerve is starting to act up again. Personally, I'd rather have the pain of my sciatic nerve getting irritated than feel like my feet are going to fall off and crawl away on their own. I've gotten some really odd injuries from shelving. Last week I came home with a ridiculous bruise on my left knee and it still hasn't gone away. I have a cut on my left thumb that's definitely going to scar. I scraped the crap out of my left middle finger rearranging perfume. Not to mention all of the million bagillion fafillion zillion stab wounds from the sensors. Those things hate me and I definitely hate them back. According to my manager the injuries are just going to get worse but I don't care... as long as a sensor doesn't go through my finger. Then I'll care.

Things have definitely gotten easier and even the one coworker I butt heads with remarked the other day that I do, in fact, have the register down. I had my first really "fun" night last Friday when I wasn't even supposed to be working but came in to cover someone who was sick. I'm not really sure what made it fun, but I know that I wasn't constantly watching the clock and I was quite surprised when it was time to close. I've gotten to the point where I don't need help all of the time so I was going behind my coworker and helping her with her layaways and such. At one point she turned around and all four of her layaways were rubber banded and I had bags out for each one of them, in turn she helped me out with the closing cleaning list and that made me one happy camper. Sharing is definitely caring and helping makes the night go by much faster.

In short, I love my job. I love putting stock out. I love helping people pick out outfits. I love dressing mannequins. I love helping people pick out jewelry that they're going to wear for the next however long. I love the regulars who are beginning to recognize me and make conversation with me at the register. I love my coworkers. One could say I'm happy, happy, happy at It's Fashion Metro.