Working - Day 09

one more day to go, before i considered myself at least out of the noobness at work.

just before i showered and got ready for work, the door bell rang. it was the person who bought my ibook. turns out it was a guy, despite a feminine sounding email name. he came in with his mum, with a bright orange hair and a youngish look.

great. charbie just got bought a punkster. well so i thought. i gave him the chance to have a run of the machine, but he seems fine with it, just on-ing it to have a look that it works and nothing beyond that. other than my macworld magazine, even my ibook glove went with him, so that there were no more reminders of my charbie.

when the door closed, somehow, the house seemed lonlier and sadder.

blah. stupid sentimental shit.

got to work, to find we were terribly under staffed. people who normally work the bar were out on the floor as well. poor don who was supposed to man the door with chewbacca, my store manager (lmao , i won’t go into why he’s called chewbaca) was just terribly busy and filled to the brim with trying to man both the doors and the tables.

and he wanted me to attach to him to learn how to serve and so on. in the end, because of the confusion, i asked if he doesn’t mind if i just take over entirely.

and from there, that section went from don to me. he does occassionally check in to make sure i was all right, and did the right stuff, cleared up my section for me when i got too busy and so on. i made small mistakes here and there, but he just patiently reminded me for each and every one of them, which was awesome.

most importantly, the customers themselves were ok with it. i was slow, because i wanted to make sure all were right, so i just slowly built it up. from cashiering to just plainly doing things independently, i felt i did all right. coz some people were busy, i can’t ask them to watch over me permanently. they were all understanding, nice and just patient with my errors (bleah… forgot to ask how they like their steak done).

surprisingly, it didn’t tire me out as much as it normally did, and time just flew on by. i was perfectly happy, dancing and singing to the stupid radio.. well not really dancing, more like bopping. but whatever rocks your boat eh..?

so despite the fact that charbie is gone, i have gotten enough money to bugger rent off, and pay uni fees, and now, all i have to do, i just set myself up for orientation next week.

if you are wondering, the secondary appeal failed aparna did a good job of hounding them, and considering how anal they were, i was hoping we had come to a certain compromise. of course, they being such… blah people… they just decided to take me for a long ride despite saying “next week, tomorrrow, next week”.

so in a way, i am glad i changed my school, despite the circumstances behind it. i don’t see a point in being with a school that cares more about it’s reputation, it’s income than the welfare of it’s student. although i understand that their income is based on their students, and that’s all uni is about really, i feel we need to be heard more than just “put in money, work your ass off and then please get lost.”

so yer. i am feeling nervous, still need to hear about my advanced standing chances, but i guess i should be all right for a while.