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Carlos Warehouse Chronicle XVIII - Grateful

As I spy my calendar on the wall of my home-office, and hold my "turkey letter", I noticed I'm nearing my 1st anniversary at 747. My heart and face smiles, as I'm grateful for the support that got me there, as oppose to the role I was in at Costco Travel.

While I do miss that side of the business, I feel (and still do) better served in front of the Costco Member and other Costco employees 24/7/365.

That visibility started 11/30/15, Cyber Monday, and continues to this day. I honestly thought I would be wearing a red vest by the end of 6 months. I understand now that the additional 6 months was necessary. Not because of my learning curve, and my abilities, but the acceptance of the crew I would be working with and for.

I've been coached that I can try all I want to move around but if I don't have the support from the top brass all the way to the maintenance guy - I'll never get anywhere.

I'm grateful for those words of advice, as I echo them indirectly while I'm using 90% of my time teaching, as Sinegal taught us all, too. Right? Right ...

I'm grateful for the opportunity to be in a warehouse, and a new place to excel in the Costco Culture.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. Always be grateful for what you have.
'los
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