- Working 11a – 4p means LEARN HOW TO EAT BREAKFAST YOU FREAK.
- Never underestimate the power of a sharp razor in a box cutter.
- The last box you pick to unpack for the day will always be the one filled with t-shirts. Hundreds of t-shirts. Note: there will be no room for these shirts. Anywhere.
- Take your break. Your full break. Sit down. Those 10 minutes off your feet make all the difference at the end of the shift.
See that box? Pull a piece of clothing from the box. Tap – boop! – tap. Check the price. Make new tags for sale items. Hang the piece you just checked. Face that label! Do it again. Again. Again. Again. Box empty? Here’s another one. Fill the rack. Shove the rack to the sale area; try to avoid the set pieces in the store. Hang new items between their older brothers and sisters already clustered on the shelf.
Take a break. Drink tea. Rest your feet. Three hours to go.
Pull stock from the back to fill holes. Hang the items while pulling to save a couple of minutes out front. Roll those clothes – don’t take out that pesky display! Tap – boop! – tap. Do it again.
Learn to fold shirts with a board. Realize you’ve folded your shirts almost the same way for years, only without a board. Spend an hour folding t-shirts. Make mental notes on what shirts to come back and purchase once there’s a little bit of fun money back in the equation.
Walk out after shift end, feet aching. Smiling. You did something new today, and you did a good job.
Now do it again.
September 13, 2016.
I’m prepping for a demo – the Big Day for my startup. I’m preparing to show the leadership team the site and materials the Engineering team’s built in preparation for launching our beta. It’s 5:30 am.
My phone buzzes with a missed text. It’s my dad.
Just wanted to let you know that your grandmother went to the hospital
and I knew
I’d never see my grandma alive again.
September 25, 2016.
First Monday back on the job post-funeral. I’ve received a couple of messages from my boss via Slack while I’ve been in Joliet, so I know there’s an announcement today. I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve got a bad feeling.
My Solo Sense is spot-on. Again.
Our runway is short. We’re restructuring. I’m sorry.
Severance. Agreements. Signatures. Hugs.
October 31, 2016.
Today, I start a job doing something I’ve never done before: part-time stockroom associate for a large clothing retailer. I’ve never worked retail before. I’m still hunting for full-time work, but I’m starting to wonder if I can find a way to take the plunge and go out on my own. For now, I intend to revive the blog and use it as a place to document this adventure.
We may end up homeless; we may end up in a completely different corner of the States (or of the world – who knows?). I may get a dream job tomorrow. Who knows?
I refuse to knuckle under and let my fear prevent me from thriving. I will learn from this. I will grow from this.
I will. I will. I will.