The First Week(ish) at Subway and Not Being a Pushover
So, I got a job.
This job was at the one and only Subway, which, mind you, was not entirely my first choice, but was the first to offer me an interview and a job. And I took it.
And got hired.
And now it has officially been a week since working there.
Some of the things I've realized since working there was that I was a lot more responsible than I thought. And a lot less lazy. Which, I guess to most, is definitely a good thing. I wonder where all that was when I was a little younger. Or maybe I'm just getting better. Maybe this drug they're testing out on me is actually working and I may find some happiness because of it.
Happiness. Something I don't really know much of. But, back to Subway.
My first week I spend mostly closing, working 36 hours. Now I'm down to 20 (thank god). I learned a lot and despite hating the first day, I managed to enjoy most of it, minus all the customers that get sandwiches that never clothes. Curse you.
My co-workers are all really nice people, though their pronunciation of my name and what they call me vary a little too much. As a person who has the potential to bear many a nickname, I probably shouldn't mind. But please, if you read this (and you know who you are) my name is pronounced AWE-LEE-AWE-NUH, thank you very much.
I've learned most of the sandwiches by heart, though I haven't really memorized the whole wrap situation (yes, Subway has wraps). But for the most part, I've basically mastered the whole "Sandwich Artist" thing they got going on.
Fun fact: My dad used to work for the boss I have now. Crazy.
During my week at Subway, I've learned to become a lot more... assertive. Or maybe not assertive, just not as much of a pushover anymore. I say this because I finally said something I've been meaning to say to someone for a really long time, and for some reason have had positive changes in my thoughts because of it.
Oh yes, how very vague of a situation.
I prefer not to say much of what happened, who it happened to, etc., but I will say this. When I finally got out what I'd been feeling, what I'd been wanting to just yell to the world, I felt so much relief. I felt so much better about the relationship with the person, so much more secure, and just generally didn't feel like I was lying anymore. I felt genuine and felt like maybe things were gonna get better for once. It felt... good. I felt good. And you know what? I liked that feeling so much I continued to be just as assertive and open.
I finally felt so free to speak my thoughts, tell people what I really wanted, really opening up and trying to find out who exactly I am as a person. Yeah, corny as hell, but it's the truth. Since then I'd been pretty much just telling people my thoughts on things, and not being so weird about telling lies (with some truth to them). Point being, life is good, so far.
Things have been going pretty great for me. I mean, comparatively.
I used to be such a depressed piece of gunk that anything is better than the worst of my times. Or maybe it's the calm before the storm and things will just get worse. Or it couldn't be.
Either way, I'm just gonna roll with the punches and hopefully be better at doing me. I think I'm gonna like it.
This job was at the one and only Subway, which, mind you, was not entirely my first choice, but was the first to offer me an interview and a job. And I took it.
And got hired.
And now it has officially been a week since working there.
Some of the things I've realized since working there was that I was a lot more responsible than I thought. And a lot less lazy. Which, I guess to most, is definitely a good thing. I wonder where all that was when I was a little younger. Or maybe I'm just getting better. Maybe this drug they're testing out on me is actually working and I may find some happiness because of it.
Happiness. Something I don't really know much of. But, back to Subway.
My first week I spend mostly closing, working 36 hours. Now I'm down to 20 (thank god). I learned a lot and despite hating the first day, I managed to enjoy most of it, minus all the customers that get sandwiches that never clothes. Curse you.
My co-workers are all really nice people, though their pronunciation of my name and what they call me vary a little too much. As a person who has the potential to bear many a nickname, I probably shouldn't mind. But please, if you read this (and you know who you are) my name is pronounced AWE-LEE-AWE-NUH, thank you very much.
I've learned most of the sandwiches by heart, though I haven't really memorized the whole wrap situation (yes, Subway has wraps). But for the most part, I've basically mastered the whole "Sandwich Artist" thing they got going on.
Fun fact: My dad used to work for the boss I have now. Crazy.
During my week at Subway, I've learned to become a lot more... assertive. Or maybe not assertive, just not as much of a pushover anymore. I say this because I finally said something I've been meaning to say to someone for a really long time, and for some reason have had positive changes in my thoughts because of it.
Oh yes, how very vague of a situation.
I prefer not to say much of what happened, who it happened to, etc., but I will say this. When I finally got out what I'd been feeling, what I'd been wanting to just yell to the world, I felt so much relief. I felt so much better about the relationship with the person, so much more secure, and just generally didn't feel like I was lying anymore. I felt genuine and felt like maybe things were gonna get better for once. It felt... good. I felt good. And you know what? I liked that feeling so much I continued to be just as assertive and open.
I finally felt so free to speak my thoughts, tell people what I really wanted, really opening up and trying to find out who exactly I am as a person. Yeah, corny as hell, but it's the truth. Since then I'd been pretty much just telling people my thoughts on things, and not being so weird about telling lies (with some truth to them). Point being, life is good, so far.
Things have been going pretty great for me. I mean, comparatively.
I used to be such a depressed piece of gunk that anything is better than the worst of my times. Or maybe it's the calm before the storm and things will just get worse. Or it couldn't be.
Either way, I'm just gonna roll with the punches and hopefully be better at doing me. I think I'm gonna like it.
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