Before I get the questions of "Where the hell where you," and all that jazz, let me just say thank you for everyone who gave me support and a special shout out to Spritzy for the awesome care packages she sent me. It was seriously the lift I needed.
As some of you know, I was diagnosed with bipolar two and paranoia. I have been taking medication for it and I have to say it has been a lot easier for me to deal with everything. I am not as paranoid now and my mood swings are minimal. I still have my bad days, but they are few and far between. It took me hitting rock bottom to realize that I needed to do something about this situation.
Now, I am working for a company that I absolutely adore. Most of you know the place, but I will refer to it as Lance Bass. Hey, I like boy bands, sue me. (Not One Direction)
All my coworkers are women. Though I am not a lesbian, I still find this to be a very good thing since I am not ready for any type of relationship right now and frankly i couldn't care less about dating at all.
And my manager loves me to death, complimenting me every single day that I am catching on more quickly than anyone she had ever trained. This is where I have to thank Smosh because mostly it is the same with minor differences. Though, because I am a perfectionist, I beat myself up about every little thing I do wrong. Most of the time it is a quick fix. Today, it took a little longer to figure out a mistake I had made, but I eventually did figure it out. I commented, mostly to myself "I am on day four and still making rookie mistakes." At that point, the manager rolled her eyes and started laughing. "Will you knock it off, Redheadactress? You are doing great! We already made our sales quota for the day and it isn't even noon." I had to smile.
I haven't run into any crustys. At least not yet. All the women that come into the store are very friendly and polite, perhaps because they know what it is like to be treated like dirt because of the way they look. Most don't believe that it is only my first week.
The only issue I have with this store: the credit cards.
This is the first time I have ever had to encounter this and I am not too keen on it. I wouldn't want to get this card and I hate the fact that I have to push it. I just hope I don't get fired for not getting anyone to open an account.
So my question is: advice? Pretty please?
This terror brings me back to my telemarketer days and I never want to relive those. I'm terrified. Maybe just paranoid?
And on a note that has nothing to do with retail, I am taking the bus now because someone smashed my car window and deflated my tires with a knife. Some people... I never encountered this in the small town where I am from.
Thanks for being there, RHU!