I moved back to Vancouver Island in June 2010 and have spent the last year working again at my old job in an adult boutique. It's a great job. My boss is amazing. The customers are generally great. The discount is...... well really, don't you wish you got a discount at an adult boutique? But before I moved back to the Island, I had a job that I had utterly fallen in love with, in a butcher shop. Ever since I returned home, I've been hoping to find another job in a meat department, or preferably, a butcher shop. You know what the best part of working at the adult store is? That my boss truly wants me to be happy. She was the one who told me that her favorite butcher shop was hiring. Of course, ever since she's been kicking herself because she's lost her full-time employee.
Yesterday was my first day at my new job. I don't think I've worked so hard since the last time I worked in a butcher shop, more than a year ago. It's fast-paced. There were 8 (I think) counter attendants rushing around, filling orders, staff from the back refilling the case, customers seemed to pour in the door from the time I got there until close at 5:30.
I'm definitely not regretting skipping my run yesterday. I think I'll probably be putting my run on hold for a couple of weeks.
I don't think I've been so fulfilled at work for The last time I remember being so happy with a days work...... well, I can't clearly remember it. I'm one of the creatures who loves to put in an honest days work. I love to go home, spent, eat dinner, veg a little bit, shower and sleep.
I had forgotten how much running around happens at a butcher shop though; 8 hours of hustle sure does a number on a girl's blood sugar! I took a sandwich, and apple, and an orange to work, and by time I got back to the boyfriend's house for dinner, I felt ready to vomit from hunger. The funny thing is, I hadn't even noticed the preliminary signs I was hungry. I was too happy and too busy. Simple enough fix, I just take more food.
I'm so excited to do it again today!
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