My junior year of high school, I was hired at a retail store in my town. I was extremely ready to work, earn money, and be a part of something I, a 17 year old with no work experience, had ever experienced. It’s true when they say, “You never know until you try it.” I really had no idea what I was about to begin. I knew, though, that I would make the best of whatever I was given.
It was in no way a simple retail gig, and I vividly remember the routine I watched day in and day out. Masses of people would flood the doors with a hunger for deals and savings. Woman would clutch their purses and nestle their kids deep into the baskets to avoid any drag or loss of speed; that same mass tore through the aisles like a torrential storm, and, at checkout, they stripped the depths of the internet in search of “20 percent off your highest item” coupons. It almost seemed like they cared more for the buck twenty five they saved than the actual merchandise. I always ended each checkout with a cordial “thank you,” and “have a nice day.” I meant it fully, but my intentions were beyond simply pleasing the guests. …show more content…
I noticed that the opportunity was perfect for someone, like myself, that enjoyed observing others and simply studying the actions of everyone who came in. I found myself working the guest services counter more and more often. I would even find excuses to escape to the front. I had a knack for eyeing the little things, the odd things that people tended to do; I’ve always been one to please others and I enjoy making other’s feel comfortable. I feel that watching these people and listening to them can allow me to do this. I want to have an understanding; therefore, I created a mental log – a notebook if you