Day 6: Getting used to it

Another night on which I close. I checked my schedule, it turns out that's pretty much all I'll be doing for the next couple of weeks. I thought this would be a part-time job, but one of the co-workers noticed that I'm getting over 40 hours a week on just my second week, and that I must be doing something right. I don't mind that I'll be bringing in money, but I do mind that my personal life is suffering for a minimum-wage, nowhere job that I'll be quitting in less than a month.

These long days really suck for my feet. When I got home from work last night I noticed my socks were all bloody around the ankle area. The shoes I'm required to wear are pretty much crap. Poor feet...

The boss told me that the Evaluator did say my procedures were all spectacular. She started to say I didn't cost her any "points," but then stopped when she remembered I did in fact cost her a point for having my nose stud in. Honestly, I didn't even think about it. And no one else has even said anything about it until this point. Apparently the Evaluator pointed out that it was nice, barely noticeable, and pretty on my face. But it's sort of against the rules. Oops.

Apparently a co-worker told the manager that I'm a hard worker, and that she should try putting me on the registers next week. Not sure if that's going to happen or not. It looks slower and easier than sandwich-making, but who knows. I'd kind of like to give it a try. Not too many new things are happening at this point. Now that my building-accuracy is pretty high, it's speed that I'm working on. The goal is "seven-second sandwiches." Eesh.