Clock In, Clock Out

Employment at Border's Bookstore is underway. I can check off my first week, and still declare that I hardly know what I'm doing. Training, training, training. I have my sharp black t-shirt and dangling name tag, and have been practicing my annoying list of questions which lead customers into long sighs. No one has yelled at me yet, though I did receive a couple suspicious looks but I am expecting to feel like a complete idiot pretty soon as the holidays near and people flock to retail like sheep. There's an inner, and probably outer, struggle going on with the idea of working for a full-time career or just making due with unpredictable, odd and end jobs. The latter allows middle of the week breaks and morning bummin' around, but I'm already dealing with the phone calls out of nowhere, asking if I can cover a shift on short notice. That's not so cool. I'm attempting to get used to saying, "No" so hopefully it becomes easier and easier, to the point where I'm not feeling pressured or weak when I actually say yes. Let's hope so.