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Carlos Warehouse Chronicle XIX - Wearing A Red Cape, For Now

This week the management of Costco Woodinville, aka 747, announced whom they selected for the Front End Supervisors. Guess who has two thumbs, wears a red vest, and is on that short list? THIS GUY!

To be perfectly honest, the announcement was a grip anti-climatic, and confusing to some of the crew, as they thought I was a supervisor already. I can see where some of the confusion lies, as it's been about late-summer since I had a cashier shift.

One of the comments I received while receiving a high-five / fist bump / handshake was "You deserved it, Los".

I paused at the comment before saying, "Well, I don't I deserve anything but a kick in the head every once in awhile. I do believe, however, I did EARN my way to the position. Or at the very least earned my way into the conversation."

Deserving something has an instant repulsion reaction with me. Deserving to me means that I was entitled to that versus earning. I'm not entitled to anything but a hard time. My parents told me and was demonstrative of what it takes to earn anything in this life. And that life doesn't owe me a damn thing.

So now I'm wearing the red cape (vest) for now on a more permanent basis.

Not gonna lie, there are days when hearing my own name out loud several hundred times drives me to the edge of sanity. However, overall, I do love what I'm doing as I feel as if I'm helping the team in this aspect than any other, while furthering my career at the same time.

Speaking of time, until next time, keep digging!
'los; out

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