I Love Second Days At Work

It was a great second day of work. It just goes to show that first impressions are not necessarily wholly true.

But my first impression of them expecting a lot is true, though. The managers do expect a high standard of service. There is almost no room for error and you have to be lightning fast, highly efficient and still maintain superior accuracy.

I handled a box office counter today. I was friendly, as always, but couldn't help but become slightly retarded when it came to transacting. It took me a while to get used to the system interface, while trying to remember the different ticket types. I'm glad to say I banished my fears and decided to be gung-ho instead. Nothing pumps me up better than a confidence boost.

I know the managers expect a lot because I made a SINGLE, MINOR boo-boo earlier on and it was as though the world had come crashing down. It really seemed like there was NO room for error. My 'buddy' went few metres away, speaking in hushed tones with the manager regarding my minor boo-boo. And I just looked on, puzzled at what the big hoo-ha was about.

A while later, my 'buddy' told me that things were fixed. Moments after that, the manager came up to me, advising me on what to do so as not to commit the same mistake again. Riiiiiiiiight...

So the afternoon went on and I began to enjoy myself. I surprise myself by adapting rather quickly. I could REALLY get used to working at the box office now!

The pants are killing me, though. With gravity, the leather belt digs downwards into my flesh, against the pelvis. I have good reason to expect bruises on the sides of my hips very soon. Plus, in the words of Michael Kors, 'the crotch of the pants is just insane'.