They
say that change is a good thing. And
well, I did plan on making 2015 the year in which change becomes a major part
of my life.
I
just never really expected a change quite like this.
So,
as of now, I will be going to my fourth different department in two years at
the place that I have worked at for the last decade. This will also be the tenth position that I have held overall.
At
least, I THINK that it'll be ten. Let's
see...
Second Shift In-Stock - 12/2004 - 12/2004 (I
lasted three days)
Store Standards - 12/2004 - 01/2006
Garden Centre - 04/2005 - 06/2005 ; 04/2013 - 07/2013
Store Standards - 12/2004 - 01/2006
Garden Centre - 04/2005 - 06/2005 ; 04/2013 - 07/2013
Dry Grocery - 01/2006 - 08/2007
Frozen Foods - 08/2007 - 02/2008
Frozen Foods - 08/2007 - 02/2008
Dairy - 02/2008 - 04/2013
Produce - Off and on between 2011 and 2013
Meats - Off and on between 2011 and 2013
Electronics - 07/2013 - 02/2015
Hardware - 02/2015 - ????
Hardware - 02/2015 - ????
Yeah,
I should mention that I had two separate stints in garden centre, and that I
picked up shifts in produce and meats while I was working in grocery. That all adds up.
But
yes. I will be moving to the hardware
department effective February 7, 2015.
Yowza, that's only a few days from now!
And
you know what? I say bring it on!
As
it stands right now, I'll be moving to a department that is well laid out
anyway. All I would really have to do
is wander the area for a couple of days and I would feel confident enough to
direct people to the right area.
If
anything, I would think that the one thing that would give me trepidations
would be the idea of knowing how to mix paint.
I scoped out the paint mixing machine, and I think it looks simple
enough to use. Of course, the signs
that say "Please wear safety glasses when using" and "Do not put
flammable things inside of this machine or it will explode" sort of freak
me out a little.
But
I'm not too worried. Everyone I have
talked to have said that mixing paint is easier than it looks, and that it's
not too stressful to do. So, I'm taking
their word for it.
I
think in the long run, I will probably be okay in my new area of the
store. After all, I am located next to
the garden centre now, which is an area that I have previous experience
in. I may also have to cover sporting
goods as well, which isn't so bad.
I
guess I will find out February 7 to know for sure what will happen. But I guess when it comes to the idea of
leaping into a new department, I'm more prepared to do so than I have ever been
in the past. I can't always say that I
have been like this.
Part
of the reason why I stayed in the grocery department for so long (seven years
total) was because I didn't think I was good enough to do anything else. But after being bounced around the store
from area to area, I realize that this is not the case. I was completely out of my element when I
was in the garden centre, but somehow I made it work, and I thrived there. Electronics caused me quite a lot of stress,
but somehow I got through it. And I'm
sure that I will get through this latest challenge.
I
also think that going to other areas of the store will strengthen my wealth of
knowledge in a lot of ways. Before I
moved to electronics, I could consider myself to be someone who was one degree
away from being Amish, but now I am quite skilled in technology to be able to
understand it better than ever before.
I'm not perfect, mind you, but I am definitely a lot better.
I
trust that hardware will be the same exact way. I can't say that I know how to build anything, but maybe being
around tools and screws and nuts and bolts will help me absorb knowledge
through osmosis. Maybe I'll be able to
tell the difference between different brands of adhesives and fasteners. Heck, maybe I could mix my own perfect
shades of purple and blue house paint for when I finally find that perfect
place to live.
(That,
of course, is still ongoing.)
The
point is, why try to hide from change?
Sometimes it can be a good thing.
And in each and every instance in which I moved departments, I
questioned whether or not I could handle it.
And when I found that I could, it made me feel more confident about
myself.
And
being confident means being comfortable.
Believe me. It's a good feeling.
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