Yesterday was my first day at Bi Lo. It was actually pretty easy. I only worked a six hour shift, but even with that I already have a story to tell...
I was bagging since it was slow. This lady was checking out, she had two big bags of dog food, a small bag of cat food, some little cans of dog food and some "people" food.
"Put all that in one sack." She sounded nice enough.
"Do you want me to put the cat food in the same bag as well?" I asked, trying to make sure I was doing what she wanted.
"Um, I don't want to repeat myself again" She said very rudely. "That is animal food, and that is people food" So, she doesn't want her animal food and people food mixed, okay. I thought as I started to fix my mistake.
The checker started to scan some turkey lunch meat.
"That's dog food" She said rudely.
The checker started to argue. "What do you mean? This isn't dog food."
"Ugh, I'm not going to repeat myself a third time." She replied.
"I'm just trying to understand what you are saying." The checker said.
"I'm trying to tell to the young lady how to sack it." The lady said.
"Okay." The checker said, giving up.
After everything was sacked, the lady finished paying. I pushed the cart with her groceries out to her car. She walked at a decent pace so I was still able to keep up. But once she got to her car I had to go past her car to get the cart off the side walk since the sidewalk had a drop off.
"Uh ma'am, my car is over here." She said like I was stupid.
"Yes, I know. I can't go off that way, there's a drop off." I said nicely.
"Oh, okay." She said embarrassed that she said something.
There's the thing, that lady had no right to speak to me or the checker as rudely as she did. I know this is hard to believe, but I'm not a mind reader. Just because someone doesn't understand you doesn't give you the right to speak rudely, or disrespect them.
I was trying to understand, but it makes it hard when someone is acting that way towards me. Like I'm stupid just because I don't understand you, that just makes me human.
I know I really have a problem with this, I get so frustrated when
someone doesn't understand what I'm trying to say. This was something I
needed to realize yesterday. It definitely feels different when the
tables are turned.
So, next time you're trying to explain something to someone don't belittle them, or treat them rudely just because they can't understand you. Try speaking with kindness, just like you want spoken too.
09-24-2015
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Last Day - Forever Forgotten
Right now I have some mixed feelings, today is my last day. I'm so excited to start tomorrow at my new job, but I'm sad to leave here too. Really, I don't feel that sad, but I do at the same time.
I keep asking myself the question: Did I make a difference here? I already know the answer to that question; no I didn't. Yes, some people may have liked seeing me, but they like seeing the other girls as well. As of tomorrow I will be forgotten. My previous co-workers/customers will live on just fine without me. My smile and kindness was the only things I had going for me, but once I'm gone, I'm gone. My memory there will soon fade away as customers grow and leave their selves, as new customers come and take over the store. Years down the road someone might remember me for a brief second and say "Hey remember Hannah?" They'll look at that person like she is crazy because they never met me. I came and gone before that person started coming. My memory will ultimately be gone. I hope you're not reading this thinking that I'm over exaggerating, because I'm not. I've done nothing memorable here. All I have is my stories on this blog. The rest, forever forgotten.
As I was writing this I realized something. This is exactly what will happen once I die. My family will remember me for a time, but once they are gone my memory will be gone. I'm not going to be some famous person in history that did amazing things. I will be simply forgotten. I can imagine someone who just found out that they have X amount of days to live they will be feeling the same way I feel about leaving this job.
I don't want to be forgotten, or at least I want to do something great with the time I have in my life, or with this next job of mine. I want to do something great for the Lord. I don't have to be a president and go into history forever I just want to make an impact in one persons life. Although, even with that there's no doubt about it, soon enough my legacy will be gone. But that's how life works, you live your life, and you die. People will remember you for a short time, but they will move on in their own lives and you are forgotten.
09-22-2015
I keep asking myself the question: Did I make a difference here? I already know the answer to that question; no I didn't. Yes, some people may have liked seeing me, but they like seeing the other girls as well. As of tomorrow I will be forgotten. My previous co-workers/customers will live on just fine without me. My smile and kindness was the only things I had going for me, but once I'm gone, I'm gone. My memory there will soon fade away as customers grow and leave their selves, as new customers come and take over the store. Years down the road someone might remember me for a brief second and say "Hey remember Hannah?" They'll look at that person like she is crazy because they never met me. I came and gone before that person started coming. My memory will ultimately be gone. I hope you're not reading this thinking that I'm over exaggerating, because I'm not. I've done nothing memorable here. All I have is my stories on this blog. The rest, forever forgotten.
As I was writing this I realized something. This is exactly what will happen once I die. My family will remember me for a time, but once they are gone my memory will be gone. I'm not going to be some famous person in history that did amazing things. I will be simply forgotten. I can imagine someone who just found out that they have X amount of days to live they will be feeling the same way I feel about leaving this job.
I don't want to be forgotten, or at least I want to do something great with the time I have in my life, or with this next job of mine. I want to do something great for the Lord. I don't have to be a president and go into history forever I just want to make an impact in one persons life. Although, even with that there's no doubt about it, soon enough my legacy will be gone. But that's how life works, you live your life, and you die. People will remember you for a short time, but they will move on in their own lives and you are forgotten.
09-22-2015
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