Well, I got a job. Far from perfect, but I'm employed.
I'm working in the Cavs team shop at the Q...which is cool. It's majorly part time, so I'm still looking into other things whenever I can.
The story here lies in my first day. I found out I got the job on Friday and was starting Monday...in the team shop...on the day of a home game. That is to say that I was being tossed into the proverbial fire despite zero retail experience whatsoever (but at least I didn't lie about that in the interview, so I got that going for me).
Not as intimidating as I'm making it out to be, but one could understand that it was a slightly tense drive downtown.
Anyway, I got to the shop a little before 5:00 and was a little confused with the way things were going, but I got ushered through it all and made sense of what was going on. I was to be the guy in the Witness section; basically I'd just help people get stuff in that section and that was it.
Well, the store doesn't open until the gates for the game open - at 5:30. Some time around 5:20 I was dilly-dallying and spinning a Cavaliers basketball on my finger.
It caught a few eyes.
So I received direction to be the greeter. My section was now gone. I am the doorman. My job consisted of saying hello to everyone who entered and appearing happy, social, and basketball-y (which I did by, again, spinning a ball on my finger).
Long story short, I spun a ball on my finger for like 3 hours. That was my job. It was awesome.
There's a down-side though. It gets crowded in there. I will invariably see someone I know: two sets of people came through who I recognized. The problem was that the place was busy enough that I couldn't take the time to properly chat them up while doing my job. It was heartbreaking.
All I wanna do is talk to people, but I don't have the time to talk for more than 10-15 seconds with these people...it tears at my heart.
Oh well, such is the trade-off for a (fairly small, but nevertheless existent) paycheck.
Also, I saw two of the largest human beings on record. Two guys, not together, were roughly this size, maybe bigger.
Good times. And bonus points because it seemed like everyone I work with was very nice - and they laugh at my jokes...and definitely not just because I'm the new guy and they want me to feel welcome.
Smiles on faces. That's all I'm looking for.
I'm working in the Cavs team shop at the Q...which is cool. It's majorly part time, so I'm still looking into other things whenever I can.
The story here lies in my first day. I found out I got the job on Friday and was starting Monday...in the team shop...on the day of a home game. That is to say that I was being tossed into the proverbial fire despite zero retail experience whatsoever (but at least I didn't lie about that in the interview, so I got that going for me).
Not as intimidating as I'm making it out to be, but one could understand that it was a slightly tense drive downtown.
Anyway, I got to the shop a little before 5:00 and was a little confused with the way things were going, but I got ushered through it all and made sense of what was going on. I was to be the guy in the Witness section; basically I'd just help people get stuff in that section and that was it.
Well, the store doesn't open until the gates for the game open - at 5:30. Some time around 5:20 I was dilly-dallying and spinning a Cavaliers basketball on my finger.
It caught a few eyes.
So I received direction to be the greeter. My section was now gone. I am the doorman. My job consisted of saying hello to everyone who entered and appearing happy, social, and basketball-y (which I did by, again, spinning a ball on my finger).
Long story short, I spun a ball on my finger for like 3 hours. That was my job. It was awesome.
There's a down-side though. It gets crowded in there. I will invariably see someone I know: two sets of people came through who I recognized. The problem was that the place was busy enough that I couldn't take the time to properly chat them up while doing my job. It was heartbreaking.
All I wanna do is talk to people, but I don't have the time to talk for more than 10-15 seconds with these people...it tears at my heart.
Oh well, such is the trade-off for a (fairly small, but nevertheless existent) paycheck.
Also, I saw two of the largest human beings on record. Two guys, not together, were roughly this size, maybe bigger.
Good times. And bonus points because it seemed like everyone I work with was very nice - and they laugh at my jokes...and definitely not just because I'm the new guy and they want me to feel welcome.
Smiles on faces. That's all I'm looking for.
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