Bucket List. ....which my fingers like to type as Buckey List....dumb...
I'm sure that most people have seen the movie with the two famous people whose names I can't remember. My bad, Mr. Famous Guys.
I've decided to make a bucket list. As far as I know, I don't have cancer nor anything else that would cause the need to make a list of things to do before I die, but I'm doing it anyway. Bree (my roommate / best friend) and I made a bucket list a few weeks ago of things that we want to do while we live in Cape. After midterms were over, we realized that our time in college is limited and we have many things to do, so we're trying to do one thing each week. It's a bit difficult now (and for the next few months) because there are not a lot of wintery activities on the list, but that's ok. We're going to complete it, culminating in a 3-day trip (because that's all that we can afford...if we save our money like cray-cray) to Chicago. Woot!
Tonight, I was talking to a friend on Twitter, and I said that Chicago (the musical, not the city this time...sorry for any confusion, mis amigos) is on my list of musicals to see. Then, I realized that I don't actually have a list, so I made one.
Then, I decided that there's no need to stop the list-making because who doesn't love lists?! Well, I assume that some people probably don't, but my friends and I like making them, so I continued the trend of the night by making a full-life bucket list.
I'm positive that I will continue to add to the list often, and I'll probably think of most things while sitting in class and feeling bored.
Some of the things are simple and known to happen such as earning my Bachelor's degree. If all goes as planned, I'll have that on December 21, 2013. Yes, I looked up the exact date a few hours ago.
Other things seemed simple when I was younger, but now they might not be; example: getting married. I'm not going to dwell on the subject, but I assume that a majority of others my age without a boyfriend can easily feel #foreveralone. So, I hope to change that someday when God sends the perfect guy into my life who will have a relationship with me that is centered on Christ.
Another thing on the list is to perform at SCC again. This may seem dumb, trivial, stupid, whatever, but I love SCC and the Ed Center stage, and I would love to perform there again. It's going to happen. Just wait. (Plans are in my head but not yet released to the public. :P)
So, there you have it. Others on the list are traveling things, silly things like blogging daily for a month, or going to Disney World with friends. Visiting all 50 states and places in Europe and Australia are obviously on the list. Ya know, the life things that I want to do.
Therefore, my dear readers who I don't know, I encourage you to make a bucket list, or a buckey list as I accidentally keep typing it.
Showing posts with label Optimism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Optimism. Show all posts
Monday, October 29, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Post 6: Retail
What I posted on Twitter earlier: "Dear rude customers, Where I work doesn't determine my brainpower. It's extremely likely that I'm much smarter than all of you."
Hello, I'm Kirsten, and the above statement is true.
How often do we judge people based on where they work? All of the time. Should we? Of course not, but we do. Now, how many people show it? Fortunately, most people try to hide it. I respect them for that. If customers would like to talk to me while I'm working to find out that I'm not an under-achieving individual, I will give them the time for that.
But, I get customers like two who I had tonight.
Background info: I work in a shoe store in my city's mall because I'm in college and I need a job to pay the bills and it was the first one that I was offered after applying at about 25 stores, so I took it. Boom, there's my work story. Also, it's important to note that we keep our left-mate shoes in the storage room in the back to try to prevent shoplifting; it is company policy, and it baffles people daily.
Tonight, I had these lovely (not literally) ladies. One lady had a box of shoes that had a right and a left in it (though there should have only been a right), but the shoes were different sizes, so I took both to the back to find the left in the lady's size and the right to the opposite shoe in order to fix whatever box was messed up. As I took both shoes, the two ladies were talking about me as if I could not hear them, and I overheard them basically saying that I would mess up and bring the incorrect sizes to them.
Hold up! Excuse me.
No. Heck to the no. I'm not stupid. I've worked at my job for approximately 6.5 weeks which is enough time to know what I'm doing. While I intended to fix an issue, these ladies thought that I was too stupid to do my work (which honestly requires very little intellect, a fact that causes boredom for me).
Ugh, it's frustrating. But, instead of being rude, throwing the shoes in the ladies' faces, etc., I got the shoes (correctly), returned them to the customers, and smiled when my manager checked them out at the register.
I suppose this was a way for God to remind me that I need to be a better witness for Him. While I would never actually yell at a customer or do something destructive / hurtful on purpose, I am tempted at times. I will work on resisting temptation and somehow showing people that I have true intellectual abilities despite my position as a lowly Sales Associate.
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PS - Not all of my customers suck. I particularly enjoy the kids who are 2-8 years old, kids in high school who I'm able to convince to buy shoes that aren't the cool name brand because the other shoes are cheaper and better, and repeating customers who are nice. Examples: Last night, I helped some customers who were previously shopping in my store right after I began working. There was an issue while checking out, and their family of 5 teenage-ish kids waited patiently and happily while the issue was resolved. Last night, the entire clan wasn't present, but the ones who were there were kind and nice to me like before. Also, last night, there was a couple who bought shoes and later exchanged a few pairs to get different ones. Tonight, the husband returned to buy a pair for his wife that had been previously purchased and returned, and he was kind about the ordeal and seemingly apologetic for the silliness that they caused, though I didn't mind it to begin with.
My job doesn't always suck. Again, not all of the customers suck. Sometimes, though, I need to rant.
Hello, I'm Kirsten, and the above statement is true.
How often do we judge people based on where they work? All of the time. Should we? Of course not, but we do. Now, how many people show it? Fortunately, most people try to hide it. I respect them for that. If customers would like to talk to me while I'm working to find out that I'm not an under-achieving individual, I will give them the time for that.
But, I get customers like two who I had tonight.
Background info: I work in a shoe store in my city's mall because I'm in college and I need a job to pay the bills and it was the first one that I was offered after applying at about 25 stores, so I took it. Boom, there's my work story. Also, it's important to note that we keep our left-mate shoes in the storage room in the back to try to prevent shoplifting; it is company policy, and it baffles people daily.
Tonight, I had these lovely (not literally) ladies. One lady had a box of shoes that had a right and a left in it (though there should have only been a right), but the shoes were different sizes, so I took both to the back to find the left in the lady's size and the right to the opposite shoe in order to fix whatever box was messed up. As I took both shoes, the two ladies were talking about me as if I could not hear them, and I overheard them basically saying that I would mess up and bring the incorrect sizes to them.
Hold up! Excuse me.
No. Heck to the no. I'm not stupid. I've worked at my job for approximately 6.5 weeks which is enough time to know what I'm doing. While I intended to fix an issue, these ladies thought that I was too stupid to do my work (which honestly requires very little intellect, a fact that causes boredom for me).
Ugh, it's frustrating. But, instead of being rude, throwing the shoes in the ladies' faces, etc., I got the shoes (correctly), returned them to the customers, and smiled when my manager checked them out at the register.
I suppose this was a way for God to remind me that I need to be a better witness for Him. While I would never actually yell at a customer or do something destructive / hurtful on purpose, I am tempted at times. I will work on resisting temptation and somehow showing people that I have true intellectual abilities despite my position as a lowly Sales Associate.
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PS - Not all of my customers suck. I particularly enjoy the kids who are 2-8 years old, kids in high school who I'm able to convince to buy shoes that aren't the cool name brand because the other shoes are cheaper and better, and repeating customers who are nice. Examples: Last night, I helped some customers who were previously shopping in my store right after I began working. There was an issue while checking out, and their family of 5 teenage-ish kids waited patiently and happily while the issue was resolved. Last night, the entire clan wasn't present, but the ones who were there were kind and nice to me like before. Also, last night, there was a couple who bought shoes and later exchanged a few pairs to get different ones. Tonight, the husband returned to buy a pair for his wife that had been previously purchased and returned, and he was kind about the ordeal and seemingly apologetic for the silliness that they caused, though I didn't mind it to begin with.
My job doesn't always suck. Again, not all of the customers suck. Sometimes, though, I need to rant.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Post 3: Driving Fails and Such
I get lost a lot....while driving, that is. Life, eh, that's another story.
I really don't know the city that I live in very well, so if I get off the routes that I know and I don't have any time limitations, I let my driving take me somewhere until I find my way or I realize that I'm honestly clueless. This "honestly clueless" (I like quoting myself...) thing has actually only happened once. I'm happy to say that.
But getting lost and finding my way? That's happened a lot. This could be symbolic. Let's hope it is. ;)
When I'm lost, I really trust that I'll find my way eventually. I don't know what it is that causes me to feel like I'll figure it out, but there's something. Maybe Jesus. He's quite awesome.
As time passes, I'm learning my way a little better. For example, I turned on a different street to go to the place where I rent movies, and I found the rental facility rather easily. After leaving the rental facility a few days later, I turned a different way than I had been going, and I found a shortcut.
Also, when I leave my bank, I can either cross three lanes of traffic and endure many left turns to return the way I came, or I can turn right and wander. I definitely prefer the latter option. So, through my wandering, I knew I would make it back to my apartment eventually, and I did. I have every time. It's really quite joyous when I see the name of my street because I feel like it's congratulating me on making it back.
How much more of an animated mind can I have than to have a street sign congratulate me on finding it? Haha
So, for now, in life and while driving (except I'm not actually driving at this exact moment), I'll keep wandering. I'll find the path....eventually....I'm just stuck in a long detour at the moment.
Optimism.
I really don't know the city that I live in very well, so if I get off the routes that I know and I don't have any time limitations, I let my driving take me somewhere until I find my way or I realize that I'm honestly clueless. This "honestly clueless" (I like quoting myself...) thing has actually only happened once. I'm happy to say that.
But getting lost and finding my way? That's happened a lot. This could be symbolic. Let's hope it is. ;)
When I'm lost, I really trust that I'll find my way eventually. I don't know what it is that causes me to feel like I'll figure it out, but there's something. Maybe Jesus. He's quite awesome.
As time passes, I'm learning my way a little better. For example, I turned on a different street to go to the place where I rent movies, and I found the rental facility rather easily. After leaving the rental facility a few days later, I turned a different way than I had been going, and I found a shortcut.
Also, when I leave my bank, I can either cross three lanes of traffic and endure many left turns to return the way I came, or I can turn right and wander. I definitely prefer the latter option. So, through my wandering, I knew I would make it back to my apartment eventually, and I did. I have every time. It's really quite joyous when I see the name of my street because I feel like it's congratulating me on making it back.
How much more of an animated mind can I have than to have a street sign congratulate me on finding it? Haha
So, for now, in life and while driving (except I'm not actually driving at this exact moment), I'll keep wandering. I'll find the path....eventually....I'm just stuck in a long detour at the moment.
Optimism.
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