I chose my current employer based on the flexibility I wanted for school, travel and motherhood. And for the most part, I like my job. Sometimes, people frustrate me but many of my regulars can uplift my spirits. Especially the children.
I’m a good old reliable person. I tend to get assigned duties that the average peon might not do, and I don’t mind, it keeps my mind engaged. I like my immediate team and my supervisor is incredibly down-to-earth and full of common sense.
The last few weeks have been challenging. We’ve increased our production, changed routines, and even experienced equipment difficulties. But our team weathers it well.
Today, I took a turn cashiering, not my usual gig, but I don’t mind doing what needs to be done. For a while, as I covered breaks for the regular cashiers, the lines got pretty intense as I was the sole person ringing.
In the middle of one of those lines, a truly beautiful woman approached. She seemed a couple years older than me, in a white dress with a subtle pink pattern. I believe it was a classy princess seamed dress. She had short dark hair. She brought a several pieces of jewelry to the counter with her other purchases.
She was full of so much positive energy.
“May I ask your opinion?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
She showed me item #1. A friendship necklace. “I am buying this for a friend.”
She showed me item #2. A necklace with family charms. “I have another friend who is really close, and I consider her family. Is that cheesy?”
“No,” I said. “I think it shows the depth of your feeling. I would do the same thing and I would be touched if I were your friend.”
“I’ll do it,” she said.
We continued to chit chat as I rang up her purchases and at the end I heard her say something about offering me a bracelet.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“May I give you a breast cancer awareness bracelet?”
She pulled this big bag of pink bracelets from her bag.
“Sure,” I said. “I know some survivors and some people fighting.”
“I’m fighting as hard as I can,” she said.
Then I realized. She had short hair. She was very thin. She had a band-aid over what was probably her medication port. We chatted some more and I wished her luck. I told her I would be thinking of her often and if she ever needed support I normally worked in the cafe and she should come see me.
“I might take you up on that,” she said.
“Please do,” I said.
She brought light into my life and made me humble. Good luck to you, wherever you are.