My life
So things have been busy and new and interesting. I started working at Babies R Us two weeks ago. I didn't realize that they would throw me at guest services right off the bat. I thought I would just be at the registers. But no, "we trust you" they say, whatever that's suppose to mean. Actually it depends on which manager is there whether i'm at the register or guest service. So I've been thrown back and forth. I don't really want to be in guest services because it's the hardest job. When you're there your in charge of all the register people, when they go on break, calling them up front when they've disappeared and telling them everything else to do and helping them out when something goes wrong. Meanwhile, we're at the desk taking returns, arguing with customers, ringing up people, answering and transferring phone calls. It's somewhat scary to me. Everytime the phone rings I look longingly at the other person at GS for some compassion, and they answer the phone. Then there is the fun part of getting on the intercom for ALL to hear you as you request somebody to go somewhere. ugh. But hey, I'm always up for a little bit of a challenge once and a while, and I like the power =) I always feel the power when I come around and cash out registers at the end of the night. Only trust worthy people are allowed to do that =p plus that i'm 22 helps too. Most people there are 18, 19, and not to mention pregnant. They say I need to get with the program, but I say I think I'll get married first. They laugh and thats that.
Yeah, so its interesting. I'm in the spanish area of Tampa, so 90% percent of my co-workers are spanish of some sort. It's fun when people come up and start chatting to me in spanish. I feel so honored and just wish I could play along, but lo, I say like a little white girl, "sorry, do you speak english?"
Another thing is just remembering what the world is like. I've been so cooped up in my christian environments you forget about the outside. The first night I was there I was asked if I smoked weed. Then the next night after work I was asked if I wanted to get some drinks. For me I feel like i'm back in time, about 5 years ago when I was out in the work force, but unfortunately back then I gave into some of the pressures of my co-workers. Now, I'm reminded that I'm a different person and it's just fun (in my own way) to say "no, i don't do that or that, nope not even that".
Fun times.
So in other news...Remember my post about tricycle guy? He was this guy who rode on his bike up and down my street and he always stopped by and asked us for money. One day he even helped himself to some of our sodas on the front porch. Well, he died alone in his apartment last week. We were wondering where he was because we always see him on the street. The mystery was solve because my dad works with the guy who delivers his mail. He said he asked the landlord and he said that the neighbors complained about a bad odor and they found him a few days later dead in his apartment.
If you remember that post, I was very upset with the guy. I just couldn't understand the nerve of some people. When he came by the house I was mad. When he waved to me by the bus stop as I drove by, I was mad. I just looked the other way. Now, I feel terrible as you can imagine. God has a reason for the people and events that come in our lives. I thought he was just a stingy, lazy man who wouldn't do himself anygood. But come to find out he was lonely, seeking for a little help and companionship anywhere a person would open their door to him. It's so sad to me that a person could die in their apartment and no one would even know or care for days. And whats more sad is that I wanted to slam my door on him while he was alive. If he, or anyone knocked I wouldn't answer. I writing metaphorically of course. I mean I understand that I shouldn't just open the door to anyone when I'm home by myself. My point is, my heart was closed and I would not by any circumstances show any love, and I don't like that about myself. People, if someone is asking for help or for a little companionship, have an open door. God put tricycle man in our lives and we thought it would be for a lifetime we would have to deal with this, but it was only for a year. That's all the time we had to minister to him. Sorry, I was just going to inform you of his death, I didn't know all this would come out. God bless you all.
Mat 25:43 I was a stranger and you did not take Me in; I was naked, and you did not clothe Me; I was sick, and in prison, and you did not visit me.
Mat 25:44 Then they will also answer Him, saying, Lord, when did we see You hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister to You?
Mat 25:45 Then He shall answer them, saying, Truly I say to you, Inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.
Yeah, so its interesting. I'm in the spanish area of Tampa, so 90% percent of my co-workers are spanish of some sort. It's fun when people come up and start chatting to me in spanish. I feel so honored and just wish I could play along, but lo, I say like a little white girl, "sorry, do you speak english?"
Another thing is just remembering what the world is like. I've been so cooped up in my christian environments you forget about the outside. The first night I was there I was asked if I smoked weed. Then the next night after work I was asked if I wanted to get some drinks. For me I feel like i'm back in time, about 5 years ago when I was out in the work force, but unfortunately back then I gave into some of the pressures of my co-workers. Now, I'm reminded that I'm a different person and it's just fun (in my own way) to say "no, i don't do that or that, nope not even that".
Fun times.
So in other news...Remember my post about tricycle guy? He was this guy who rode on his bike up and down my street and he always stopped by and asked us for money. One day he even helped himself to some of our sodas on the front porch. Well, he died alone in his apartment last week. We were wondering where he was because we always see him on the street. The mystery was solve because my dad works with the guy who delivers his mail. He said he asked the landlord and he said that the neighbors complained about a bad odor and they found him a few days later dead in his apartment.
If you remember that post, I was very upset with the guy. I just couldn't understand the nerve of some people. When he came by the house I was mad. When he waved to me by the bus stop as I drove by, I was mad. I just looked the other way. Now, I feel terrible as you can imagine. God has a reason for the people and events that come in our lives. I thought he was just a stingy, lazy man who wouldn't do himself anygood. But come to find out he was lonely, seeking for a little help and companionship anywhere a person would open their door to him. It's so sad to me that a person could die in their apartment and no one would even know or care for days. And whats more sad is that I wanted to slam my door on him while he was alive. If he, or anyone knocked I wouldn't answer. I writing metaphorically of course. I mean I understand that I shouldn't just open the door to anyone when I'm home by myself. My point is, my heart was closed and I would not by any circumstances show any love, and I don't like that about myself. People, if someone is asking for help or for a little companionship, have an open door. God put tricycle man in our lives and we thought it would be for a lifetime we would have to deal with this, but it was only for a year. That's all the time we had to minister to him. Sorry, I was just going to inform you of his death, I didn't know all this would come out. God bless you all.
Mat 25:43 I was a stranger and you did not take Me in; I was naked, and you did not clothe Me; I was sick, and in prison, and you did not visit me.
Mat 25:44 Then they will also answer Him, saying, Lord, when did we see You hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister to You?
Mat 25:45 Then He shall answer them, saying, Truly I say to you, Inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.
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