Incompetence...?

So, yesterday I left work in a bit of a sour mood after being told at 10 minutes before closing time that I shouldn't "disappear" from the front desk during the last half hour of the day... A little history here; there are usually 2 to 4 staff members covering the sales desk between 5:00pm and 5:30pm which is closing time. I have worked there for a year and a half and am well aware of the poor scheduling that takes place. In yesterday's case however, there were no customers in the store, 3 people covering the desk, and I had been pulled away for good reason. I had not "disappeared" but in fact was writing up a First Aid report. I was actually told by someone "just leave it until tomorrow."
Sigh...
So, today a little boy hurt himself at our workplace. I was called to the front desk and told to bring a First Aid kit to the office. I grabbed the kit from under the desk and went upstairs only to find that no one in the office knew anything about it. So back downstairs I went to get more details. After calling almost every department in the store, I happened to be walking through the Flooring Department where I came across a little boy sitting, in tears, on his mothers lap. "Oh good," I said. "There you are. Sorry about the wait." I opened my first aid kit to find that there were no band-aids, no alcohol wipes, pretty much nothing of any use. So I apologized again and ran back upstairs to the office where the main First Aid kit is. I told the ladies in the office that the first aid kit in Sales was out of band-aids. They said matter-of-factly, "I know. We took them out. People keep taking them." I stood there absolutely speechless for a second and then just shook my head and walked away.
Sigh again....

Introductions All Around...

So for the record, I am not officially 30 yet. It seems to be a turning point for a lot of people. I suppose we come to realize that we are no longer carefree post-teens trapped in adult bodies, but rather actual adults that maybe should've started getting our shit together a few, if not several, years ago. But the desire to explore, mingle, learn, and grow outweighs the desire to settle down and get a job when you're that age. Not to mention having an invincible liver and the ability to function most days hungover on 4 to 6 hours of sleep.

So, on to bigger and better things we go...

What do I want to be when I grow up? Well, first things first... I'm pretty sure I grew up while I wasn't looking. And as much as I'd like to glorify what I do everyday to make it seem like it's worth spending more time doing than being with my family, the truth is I am a retail sales clerk. I work at a building supply center.

Oh, sure I have First Aid certification and my Forklift ticket, a Class 4 driver's license, and a few other tiny papers with fancy names. Does it make me feel better about not having a "career?" Well, honestly yes it does. In hindsight, I spent only a comparatively small amount of money on going to school for training in a career that I didn't end up enjoying. But the versatility I've acquired in 10 years of trying to decide what I want to be is well worth the money. I'll get to teach my daughters how to change their own oil in their car, put on a spare tire, do a brake job... the list goes on.

If there's one thing I'd like to be when I grow up, it's A Good Role Model. I want my daughters to know that they can do anything they set their minds to. And no amount of old fashioned sexist male beliefs are going to stop me from believing in myself or my daughters. (For the record, I am "allowed" to work in the lumberyard on Saturday afternoons. I am not, however, "allowed" to work in the warehouse as of yet.) Sigh. The Struggle continues.
"But don't worry," I tell myself. "We Capricorns always get what we want." And I've proven before that my Capricorn stubbornness has way more fortitude than an Aries' belief that he is always right.

That's all for tonight....