Another day in Paradise

Despite the title of this post, yesterday was horrible. I'll start at the beginning....

I was scheduled to work at eight o'clock so me and my ride (aka Melinda) went to Subway. We were there on time, but that didn't make a difference. No one was there. It took twenty minutes for my boss to arrive. She apologized and noted that she had driven halfway here and then realized that she left the keys back home, so she had to turn around and make the trip again.

I don't remember exactly what I was doing, but Renee came by and asked if I could watch the front while she went to the bank. Watching the front is the managers way of saying "If anyone comes in deal with them. I'm not sure if I said I would or not, but every bit of me inside was screaming No!. I'm new. What did she expect? Yesterday was like my fifth day of work. Did she expect me to know everything by then?

Anyway, Renee left and I was at the store alone. ALONE! I admitt I wasn't too worried at first because it's a new store and I didn't think anyone really realized that it was open already. .....Boy was I wrong.

Right after Renee pulled out of the parking lot it hit. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! People were coming in by the hundreds! ...well not really, but the way I was feeling just then, it might as well have been a hundred people. It was more like seven or eight. But still, that's enough to send a greenhorn crazy! Honestly!

I got through the first two customers with very little trouble, but once I got to the register, WOOSH, I hadn't a clue how to ring up what he had ordered. Luckily the customer I was helping was really nice. I told him that I was new and he was perfectly alright with that. He said "We've all been there before." I got really embarrassed when I accidentally put steak on his sandwich instead of roast beef. -Well they look exactly the same! He told me that I had made a mistake, very politely, and then I fixed it. The rest of the line looked at me funny when my face turned bright red and I started apologizing. I could almost hear their thoughts as I worked my way down the counter with the sandwich. Argh!

Renee showed up just as my register problems started happening. I was glad she had returned, but the fact that she was upset with me didn't improve the way I was feeling. In fact it got worse. I did my best to just keep smiling and I pretended like I knew what I was doing and actually I came to realize that I knew a lot more then I thought I did.

Renee never yelled at me or wrapped her hands around my throat, but I could tell she was upset. The look on her face when I asked all those questions was one of pure acrimony. As the day trudged along, however, her mood got lighter. Soon after the rush, she was laughing and joking just as if this morning never happened. For that I was grateful.

Melinda picked me up at four o'clock and we headed home. As she drove I related my awful experience of work. I also told her that despite the horrid nature of my morning, I was glad for it. Why was I glad? Because now I had something to Blog about. Isn't that sad? My life is so utterly boring that it has to be made abhorrent in order for it to be interesting.

I called last night to get the rest of my work schedule and guess what? This week I'm working over forty hours! Why in the world my manager did that to me I'll never know, but what I do know, is that its a comfort to be earning twenty-five cents more than my last job. Twenty-five cents is a big step for me. It really adds up.

-Oh gosh! Do you see how boring I am? I'm thrilled to be earning an extra quarter. Ugh, I can't stand how boring I am.

Anyway, about the title. My day reminded me of a quote I once read and it goes as follows: Through clever and constant application of propaganda, people can be made to see paradise as hell, and the other way round, to consider the most wretched sort of life as paradise. ...Yeah, I never was a big fan of Adolf Hitler. But he is right. If a Richvillian (….I hope you don’t mind if I just start making up words for you-) were to see a pauper and how wonderful their life really was (should that be the case) then they would see their “paradise” as a sort of hell. And were the pauper to see the Richvillian’s life he may think just the opposite. Life is strange. Why is it that we always want what we don’t have?