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Carlos Warehouse Chronicle XII - Time Is Relative

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 fancy, and then hyper focused on the members that approached me with their questions.

Granted the conversations I had lasted a grand total of 45 seconds, but I'll tell you what, I was in the moment - my time was their time.

I learned to rid myself of watches even though I'm a bling master. Any visual reminder of how long I've been doing this is simply cruel and unusual punishment.

Then I remembered a saying I've re-quoted.

"The grass isn't greener on the other side, it's greener wherever you put the water"

 So I got to "watering" my desk area, and used my time wisely.

'los; out

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