Since I quit my job and have been successfully avoiding why I did so far, I suppose I can write about it now. I spent the last fourteen months working at a busy convienience store and thought I couldn't wait to quit.
I quit mostly because of the weather and driving at night, partly because it was stressing me out, and also because I intended to do some serious writing. (some is the key word here so far)
At least I quickly learned how to multi-task there. List of duties?
Running register and keeping up with money
Watching for drive-offs
Selling lottery tickets (checking lottery tickets--urgg!)
Stocking groceries
Keeping coffee pots filled and area stocked
Dealing with credit cards, gas cards, EBT cards, rewards cards, checks, bad checks...
Freezing in the freezer stocking beer
Shoveling and salting in winter
Emptying outside trash, filling up the windshield washer fluid
Doing close-outs and praying money isn't missing
Interpreting Yankee accents out of my southern ears (a Ca'tan of Mal-boras?)
Being a psychiatrist to customers, one after the other. (strangely the best part)
I was a customer myself there today, and I was looking around at what needed doing.
My goodness, do I miss the job? I'm thinking that I liked the part that involved making people feel better--but the pace was a little rough.
I really would like to work with the public in some way--just not to have to ask, "Did you have gas?" (and yes, I would try to remember to say "fuel.")
I do have the paperwork that says I am qualified to work in an office, but I don't know if I should go for that job in Human Services or somewhere similar. I feel like a fraud somehow, but I really would like to do something more significant than empty outside trash cans.
It was a job. It was a good job. It was an honest job. I'm not ashamed of it. I just want to do something more if I am going to end up getting up in the mornings to get somewhere.
Oh, well. At least I have something to file on our joint income tax--and I'm keeping my part of the refund!
