Growing Up As Adolescents - Striving For Freedom

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We all remember growing up as adolescents – striving for freedom, searching for some sort of belonging and most of all, searching to gain the respect and trust of adults. For some, this may have meant doing chores at home or tutoring younger kids at school, but for myself, at the age of 15, there was nothing else I wanted more in the world than a part-time job and I mean a real part-time job. I was tired of delivering newspapers to the same 64 houses three times a week for four years, and I was done with shoveling my neighbour’s driveway in hoping to earn some pocket change but walking away with nothing more than two butter cookies. I wanted a job in which I would have real hours, where I would get a real salary and have the chance to meet…show more content…
The others had all had previous retail jobs and they were well aware of all of the concepts that were foreign to me so I felt lost in translation, but I managed to figure out what the training manager was talking about and I felt I had a good idea of what to expect on the job. Not long after would I find out that I was awfully wrong. I can’t lie, I was extremely excited for my first shift on the sales floor. I thought I was well prepared, well informed and I was ready to show the others in my department that I was not only suited for the job, but that I would excel at doing it. This is where everything began to go downhill. My first shift being on a Sunday, was much busier than I had expected, and I being the only one in my side of the department for the day didn’t help one bit. I had a terrible time keeping up with all of the customers in my department asking for help with items that we had on the sales floor let alone when I had to go to the warehouse to find another size for a customer. When I was faced with the challenge of asking a manager whom I’ve never met for help, I did so. Not only did I ask her for help confidently, but I continued to ask her for help throughout the rest of my shift, always calling her by her first name – or what I had thought her first name was. Only during my lunch did I find out that her name was actually Shabana and not Chavana as I had been calling her all day. I turned firetruck red at the learning of her name because I had
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