A couple of weeks ago I talked about what I thought was a pretty strange interview process. Even after I did the personality profile test I had two more interviews. I met with one of the owners of the company. Traveled about 50 miles one way to speak with him for ten minutes. The basis of this interview was, “Tell me something about yourself.” The end. Then I met once more with the store manager, Mr. OCD. I actually spoke with another salesperson that I’ve known for a really long time and my assessment of Mr. OCD was pretty spot on. At this meeting I was informed the job was mine if I wanted it.
Yay! I’ve rejoined the workforce. My first day was yesterday. It was a typical Monday. I’m really glad I got up early. Or maybe I’m not. I got up, made coffee, blogged and then headed for the shower. I had no hot water. I hate cold showers. My skin is usually red and steaming when I emerge from a shower. Luke warm water is the same as cold water to me. I threw on my robe and went outside to check the propane tank. Empty. #@&*#!%$ Then on my way to work the car in front of me slammed on breaks, I slammed on breaks and the contents of my purse were dumped into the floor board of the car. Good thing I left early.
Once I got to work I realized just how nice this job is going to be. I’m sure it has it’s “things nobody likes to do” parts. I’m sure dealing with unhappy customers won’t be a lot of fun. But I got to look at furniture and swatches of paint and fabric samples all day long. I loved it! This store has two floors so I went up and down stairs all day. I got to actually talk to people and smile and have conversations besides, “Which department do you want this coded to?” It’s definitely not a desk job. And this is a pretty busy furniture store. No sitting behind a desk all day.
I got there at nine and before I knew it six o’clock had rolled around. I had to stop off at the store to pick up a few items. Then I had to go to the craft shop to pick up some thread I needed to finish off this fab pair of smocked draped I’m making for a friend. By the time I got home it was nearly eight. I had just enough time to grab something to eat, check out my eFriend’s blogs, and crash. Out like a light.