Well lots of stuff has been happening around the old homestead.
I finished up my "orientation" to my job and moved on to the actual cashiering part. Oh my gosh there is so much to remember, so many steps to making the process flow smoothly. Codes to remember for fruits and veggies, procedures to follow for dealing with food stamps and wic, processes to go through for filling and selling phone cards, checks are used differently now... i was so surprised. Anyways I have been on the registers for 4 days now, 2 days by myself. I am still having to ask for help from the nearby cashiers but its happening less and less. Had my first unhappy customer today and I just gritted my teeth, smiled and wished her a "pleasant day" all the while wishing her to the deepest parts of Hades. One wicked weird thing happened... im still a bit in shock over it. When my family moved here to Maine back in 1975 or 1976, the first girl I met was named Wanda. We became very good friends during Junior and Senior High. We lost touch after I went to college, I invited her and her mom to my wedding but they were unable to attend. Over the years I have attempted to find her. I even joined that classmates site just to see if she was registered there, as well as the Facebook group for our class. I haven't been able to find her in any phone book or by asking ppl who live in our old hometown. Today I was working the register and a couple came up. I check them through when the woman said Regina? I looked at her and smiled, lots of ppl say the cashiers name so I didn't think anything of it. She looked at me and said " Do you remember me?" I looked again and saw my best friend from when we were children. "Wanda?" I said... I was so surprised. Come to find out she lives not 15 mins from me. Unfortunately she doesn't use Facebook and I didn't catch her married name. Hopefully she will come to the store again. How amazing is life at times.
Another thing that happened this week was an unfortunate run in with a case of water... in trying to help a customer I hurt my back and its had an impact on the week for sure.
And the last huge thing that happened was that my husband was laid off on Wednesday. All the management team was notified that there would be another round of lay offs in September. He has spent the last two weeks helping to choose who would stay and who would go among the hourly employees. I would see him come home all tired and just discouraged. He hated helping to make those decisions but it had to be done. On Tuesday some important customers came in and he dressed up for his meetings with them, but when I asked him about it that night, he said he hadn't gotten to meet with them at all. Then bright and early the next day he was informed that they had to cut several people from management and he was unfortunately one of the ones to have to go. *sigh* I am just flabbergasted at this... he had been told that his job was safe... he has taken not only a pay cut to help keep the company up and running but never got his initial raise that was promised to him in his employment contract from 3 years ago. Because his job is being lost to Canada, he and the other employees are considered displaced employees and they have additional benefits under state or federal guidelines... but that doesn't help right now. I am really discouraged and just plain tired.