C Note(s)

After closing out another 40-hour work week at the store, but the last 3 shifts were at spent standing at the Costco Anywhere Visa Card by Citi desk, it gave me time to think. And most of my friends and family know being left alone with my thoughts is a volatile situation. I felt it was almost insult to injury to be able to observe the action of the front end from my station, knowing I could be helpful and more so than standing there like a human statue. But the scheduler and management felt this is how my time should be spent in the warehouse, which in hindsight, doesn't change my rate of pay. The time over there churned by so slowly. The struggle was to get to each break time every two hours. But based on my latest performance review, I was challenged to tackle every task with the same zest and zeal for all of them - not just the ones I enjoyed. Challenge accepted, and I set out to be the best Visa rep ever. Time is relative, so I occupied my time with thoughts of fanc

Scars usually have a story, don’t they? Some good, some bad, some happy accidents, and some heart-breaking stories. If you’re ever spent any time around me, invariably, I’ll utter the words, “Keep digging.” The following is the origin story of my scar on my left calf and my tattoo that's above it. It was a summer day of my senior year in high school in 1994. I was having a blast with my new mountain bike in the summer sun. Up until I was miles away from my home. I jumped the bike off the sidewalk and in a downhill direction. As I landed, the plastic pedals shattered, and my legs jarred the asphalt hard as my groin slammed into the bracing bar. As I grappled for control of my bike, I crashed hard into a faded mustard yellow Ford Pinto. Without a helmet or any other protective gear, I blacked out on impact. When I was conscious again, I startled myself again with questions I couldn’t possibly answer.   What happened? How long was I out? What am I gonna do now? Af

Today was my last "official day" of my Supervisor In Training. It was quite anti-climatic to say the least. Not gonna lie, I was disappointed, but not surprised that I wasn't selected as Front End (FE) Supervisor . I was previously explained why I wasn't selected this time around, and given feedback to make me a stronger candidate the next time around. That realization was all the more apparent when I clocked in this morning and the announcement was posted up above the time clock that read it wasn't me. Of course, today was the start of the Children's Miracle Network Campaign that I'm part of the committee selected to promote it. When life closes one door, it opens another right? At least that's what we're led to believe. All and all, I've grown exponentially in the warehouse. The SIT Program has given me the opportunities on how to be a better employee, as well as, a supervisor and most of all, how to be a leader. I'll be used a