Carlos Warehouse Chronicles

After a full 40 hour week at the Woodinville Costco (747), I only have a few observations. First and foremost, the entire staff at the building is super sweet, welcoming, and accommodating. That was a relief. I heard of experiences of transfers to buildings, and warnings about the work environment, and hearsay but didn't cloud my first impressions.
And if you know anything about me, you know this is my SOP for any adventure. Be myself but watch and see what the situation will bear.
I noticed there is a subtle hierarchy, in terms of tasks, within the workforce. I envisioned cart runs in the rain, and other not-so-desirable tasks, for my first week. I was pleasantly surprised with tasks that would help me be a better cashier at the front end. I won't list them out, or detail them out, but I'm not afraid of hard work so I accepted all of them with a smile and "I'm on it" on my lips.
Secondly, there's a warehouse vernacular that is a mixture of English, abbreviations and acronyms. I don't know if it's location specific, but it seems it can be applied to other Costco warehouses. After a day or two, I got a handle of it. As I've mentioned to anyone who would listen to me, that this is not my first foray into retail. Just my first rodeo in two decades, that's all.
Lastly, I've be reassured that this is a great place for my personality traits and skills to thrive in. I'm not perfect at what I'm doing by any stretch, but as my girlfriend would quote to me, "practice makes progress".
I don't have any funny or interesting stories working at the store, yet. The keyword? Yet.

Until my next chronicle, keep digging!
'los; out.

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