I have had my fair share of part time jobs throughout my 20 years of life.
None of them have been particularly glamorous mind you…
Fast food joints, supermarkets and bulk stores have taken precedence in my career thus far!
And I already know that in the future I will never be the super hot life guard…
Or the high achieving lawyer … 
Or even the sassy catwalk model… 
But I’ll be a happy and humble nurse (hopefully). But hey! I’m happy with that, we working-class folk make the world go around!
Overtime I have even come to enjoy working with the public. Sure it’s not particularly pleasant when someone shouts at you or jabs a cynical comment at your face but I love chatting to people that I wouldn’t necessarily get the opportunity to speak to otherwise (or want to for that matter!) and, being the nosey person that I am, I find it fascinating seeing how other people live and what kinds of things they buy.
Starting a new job is always scary. Will you like it? Will your colleagues be nice? Will you ever be able to learn all the codes and remember all the basic procedures that don’t seem to be basic at all?!
Yesterday was my first day at The Post Office…
So, naturally I whipped out my old scuzzy work shoes from my last job and got on my way!
There are SO many different transactions that require my utmost attention to detail and it’s all rather daunting! I never realised how much The Post Office processes!
In the last 48 hours I have renewed countless car taxes, weighed endless amounts of post and stuck so many stickers and stamps on various documents!
Yeah it’s a little repetitive but I can only think back with fondness to my 6 year old self who loved to play post office in the living room with fake letters and plastic Early Learning Centre equipment and think “Look at me now! I’m actually doing it!”.
And, if anything, the uniform is totally worth it!
yeeeah.
It is interesting working with mainly middle aged/ senoir women though as they are always talking about their grandchildren and constantly drinking tea!
Speaking of which, today I felt a little pressure to have a cuppa’ as they kept asking me if I wanted one, so I poked my nose in the cupboard to see what was on offer and saw a pack of chamomile.
I boiled the kettle and sipped away feeling all grown-up and proud of myself! But, once I had finished however, I looked more closely at the box and realised that it belonged to “Helen” who, apparently, left over a year ago. Nice.
Oh well, it’s just dried herbs, right?! That’ll teach me!
Next week I am to learn how to operate The Van.
Just a little bit nervous for that – not going to lie!
Wish me luck :S
In the meantime I’ll just continue chillin’ in training with mouldy tea!
Ciao x
The Honest Life 