1. First Step
I was an assistant in a couple of classrooms there. My favorite was the 4 year old classroom. The days were exhausting a many days I came home feeling helpless and defeated, but mos days were fulfilling. It is a place for developmentally delayed children, and there are other services for adults. I worked in the preschool division. There were some questionable workers there (which I was the first to turn in..), but the overall purpose of the school is a positive one. For a year I worked one-on-one with a little Hispanic boy who was autistic. Wow, talk about exhausting but so much fun (usually). The little bit of Spanish I could speak came into play and I learned a lot of sign language. He was so smart and inquisitive, but SO stubborn. I could write an entire book on my days working with that boy! haha
2. Piggly Wiggly
Yes, that’s right. I actually enjoyed being a cashier, well I don’t know that I enjoyed it so much when I Was doing it at 16 and would rather be with my friends! haha I was super fast and really good. I was the girl that you waited in my line when other registers were open. =) I enjoyed getting to know my customers, talking with them and making their day better. There were only a few times that I did not enjoy it so much… one time a lady cussed me out on a Sunday afternoon (busiest day of the week!) in front of everyone because her stuff did not qualify for the ad’s discount. My manager took over the situation and I went upstairs and cried. Why, I don’t know, guess I was embarrassed. But a super good day was when I got flowers from (what I think was) a homeless man. It’s a long story… He had come through my line on a Wednesday; he had long tangly hair and was in filthy clothes and holey shoes. I don’t remember what he bought, but I remember it was like $3.00 and some change. He didn’t have enough change, but I always kept money in my apron for cigarettes and a coffee, so I told him not to worry about it and I took the money from my apron and put it in the register. He never said anything, just nodded and left. That Saturday I was working the express lane and my back was to the door. He came from behind and put flowers on my key pad, when I turned around and saw the flowers he was walking out the door, in the same clothes he had on Wednesday. The old man I was checking out looked at me like I was crazy because I guess he didn’t understand why someone looking like a homeless person would bring me flowers. Anyways, it made my day!!