It's a crazy adventure, working in a big store like Target. No matter how good I get at my work routine, there's always so many variables that keep me on my toes and poised for the next run-in with an interesting customer or situation.
There's the woman who sings with unabashed gusto while she shops or my recent putrid run-in with a leaky toufu.
How nobody can ever find the sour cream or how people inevitably ask me (the girl in obvious red and khaki) “do you work here?” while I'm on my hands and knees with my head stuck inside the bottom of a freezer.
And if you ever thought it was embarrassing going through the check out while purchasing “feminine products” with a guy as your cashier...try having it be a guy you know and work with. That's awkward.
And then there was that one short little lady with the lisp who was all worked up because we were out of Knudsen brand cottage cheese (despite a whole section of house brand cottage cheese) and what would happen to her dogs tonight when she couldn't give them their bowl of Knudsen brand cottage cheese that they expect every single day? Oh, ma'am, let me just wave my magic wand and save your dogs from this ill-fated cottage-cheese-less day!
And of course, Her Majesty the Queen who with cold, steely iron in her voice talked me down because I, a Target employee of a week and a half, dared to not know where the extension cords happened to be.
Life is never dull on the Target dance floor and as my repertoire of humorous stories builds, so does my confidence and even enjoyment of the work that I do.
The best part is still the moment I unpin my name tag and walk out those sliding doors into the freedom of the rest of the day off. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
P.S. If you live in the area, feel free to drop by sometime and say hi. I'd be tickled pink. :)