C Note(s)

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...

I've barely started the 6-week supervisor training program for the warehouse so I'm feeling very red, white and blue. That is, red vest, white badge, and blue collar work. Every time I don the Costco red vest an impish smile creeps across my face. I have no idea what the day will hold for me but I know it won't be the same as the last time, and tomorrow will be just as different. "You look good in red, Los" ~ a compliment I've received more than once My friends, family, and co-workers ask my progress so far, and if I'm still enjoying it which I answer with a smile, and utter the words so far, so good. The next asked question is what are my days like. Well, picture this. Willie E. Coyote has strapped you to a ginormous ACME red rocket. Once you clock in for the shift, he lights the fuse. You're launched into a 8.5 hour day of zigs, and zags, twists and turns as it ends with a *bOoM* as you explode in the sky. My uniform, complete with coffee a...