One Week Down, One Week to Go
Feb. 5th, 2006 04:28 pmI've gotten through my first week at Melange with very little scarring, but boy-oh-boy do I smell good! This is what happens when you're working with sandalwood, myrrh, and a vast assortment of other oils and incense.
It's been a challenging week, mostly when I need to answer a variety of magic-related questions on-the-spot by customers. Nothing too out of the ordinary really (thanks to my years as an MPRC volunteer), but I feel more pressure because I don't want to misrepresent the store in any way. It's forcing me to put more trust in my instincts rather than feeding my fear of the unknown.
I think the most stressful part is working the cash register. I've never worked a retail job before, so each time I'm faced with punching items into the till, my back muscles seize up. It's getting easier with practice (as all things do), but when the machine starts beeping accusingly at my, I fight the urge to mash the keypad with the base of my hand.
Also, being on my feet all day is tough on my feet and my back. I guess it would help if I didn't have my 40 lbs of potatoes on the front of me. More motivation to lose weight, I guess.
But the upshot is that I have a new contract starting on the 13th (a regular client), the first biography is progressing (I secured a French writer!), and storytelling gigs are coming in slowly. Life is good.
Life would be fantastic if it were not for the torn ligaments in my knee (I'm in pretty much constant pain with varying degress of it), but I'll settle for life being good.
It's been a challenging week, mostly when I need to answer a variety of magic-related questions on-the-spot by customers. Nothing too out of the ordinary really (thanks to my years as an MPRC volunteer), but I feel more pressure because I don't want to misrepresent the store in any way. It's forcing me to put more trust in my instincts rather than feeding my fear of the unknown.
I think the most stressful part is working the cash register. I've never worked a retail job before, so each time I'm faced with punching items into the till, my back muscles seize up. It's getting easier with practice (as all things do), but when the machine starts beeping accusingly at my, I fight the urge to mash the keypad with the base of my hand.
Also, being on my feet all day is tough on my feet and my back. I guess it would help if I didn't have my 40 lbs of potatoes on the front of me. More motivation to lose weight, I guess.
But the upshot is that I have a new contract starting on the 13th (a regular client), the first biography is progressing (I secured a French writer!), and storytelling gigs are coming in slowly. Life is good.
Life would be fantastic if it were not for the torn ligaments in my knee (I'm in pretty much constant pain with varying degress of it), but I'll settle for life being good.