Apologies beforehand, downer #2...
I nabbed myself a shoplifter today. I used to get pretty stoked when I would prevent someone from stealing, or actually let them get out of the store, and then confront them, but today it was nothing but anger. I could have let her friend pay for what she stole, but I decided to get the authorities involved, especially since she looked like she didn't care about the whole thing. After waiting for the police, signing a few papers, and waiting for her to contact her parents, I finally was able to take a breather, and reflected a bit on my current situation.
I'm not happy with my job. Period. I know that not too many people can truly say they enjoy thier jobs, but I used to enjoy working in retail. Back in Michigan, where I worked in the same FYE for 3 1/2 years, I loved being at work. My co-workers were great, and they were the closest thing I had to family in the immediate area. I would have done anything for them, and they would have done the same for me. I miss that.
There's only one person at my current job I would drop anything for, and maybe a couple I would go slightly out of my way to help. The rest just seem to bring me down, and make my job that much harder. It's harder to go in every day and try to act like I care about what I'm doing. Even as I enter my last few days in that location, I still have a feeling that even when I am transferred, the situation and this feeling I have won't change. Especially, since odds are I'll be transferred again within a month or two.
An ever moving chess piece... white King's knight to F3.
Stop the clock, wait for the next move.
I guess I just need to find some place where I, the slightly odd-shaped cog, fit into the clockwork. Not just in my vocation, but in my social life as well.
I nabbed myself a shoplifter today. I used to get pretty stoked when I would prevent someone from stealing, or actually let them get out of the store, and then confront them, but today it was nothing but anger. I could have let her friend pay for what she stole, but I decided to get the authorities involved, especially since she looked like she didn't care about the whole thing. After waiting for the police, signing a few papers, and waiting for her to contact her parents, I finally was able to take a breather, and reflected a bit on my current situation.
I'm not happy with my job. Period. I know that not too many people can truly say they enjoy thier jobs, but I used to enjoy working in retail. Back in Michigan, where I worked in the same FYE for 3 1/2 years, I loved being at work. My co-workers were great, and they were the closest thing I had to family in the immediate area. I would have done anything for them, and they would have done the same for me. I miss that.
There's only one person at my current job I would drop anything for, and maybe a couple I would go slightly out of my way to help. The rest just seem to bring me down, and make my job that much harder. It's harder to go in every day and try to act like I care about what I'm doing. Even as I enter my last few days in that location, I still have a feeling that even when I am transferred, the situation and this feeling I have won't change. Especially, since odds are I'll be transferred again within a month or two.
An ever moving chess piece... white King's knight to F3.
Stop the clock, wait for the next move.
I guess I just need to find some place where I, the slightly odd-shaped cog, fit into the clockwork. Not just in my vocation, but in my social life as well.
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