Maybe this is a record – working 5 days, less than part time hours. I’m sure someone somewhere could beat me on this but for me, it’s a record. I started working at this car lot to help out with the booking and finances because the lady that does it had a lot of other things going on and could use the stress relief. That’s what I was told anyway, by the owner…who is her husband. It’s a couple that we’ve known for a number of years and my mom even did a little work for them years ago and when the husband heard from my mom (at a random chance meeting) I was back in town he said he had a job for me if I wanted it and for me to give him a call.
You know when you sense something is off in a situation but you aren’t quite sure what it is? That’s how I felt this past week at the car lot. Being out there felt a little murky, like there was too much going on, lots of confusion, and I almost felt like I was in the way…even though they asked me to be there. They’re a very nice couple and the lady training me is really smart and knows tons about her job but is terrible at explaining and training. I was scrambling like mad to learn it ASAP because she’s going out of town in a week and will be gone for almost the entire month of September and I get the feeling no one else really knows how to do her job. With time, anyone can learn to do what she’s doing but I didn’t have time and have zero background in the car business. Actually, I started to get the feeling like her husband hired me to shadow her because he thought it would alieviate her stress but then didn’t tell her which caused her to stress out even more.
I talked to the lady lastnight and she seemed pretty frazzeled to tell the truth. She was super nice about everything but when all was said and done, I’m out a job. I’m bummed about not getting money every week but other than that I can’t say I’ll miss anything and I’m kind of glad it’s over and done with. I do have to drive out there in a few minutes to get my money for Monday’s work – which might be enough to buy me a hamburger for lunch.
And on a completely separate note, I was part of a random conversation yesterday when I went to the tanning bed. The girl working there was one I had never seen before and as she was pulling up my info on the computer, she starts telling me how she’s been extrememly thirsty for the past two days and can’t stop drinking water which means she constantly has to go to the bathroom. She then tells me that she’s pregnant (though I look more pregnant than she does), that her baby is using her bladder as a trampoline, and that she misses her coffee and sweet tea and absolutely hates sprite. But that she is totally excited because she’s going to find out the sex of the baby in a week.
Uh, ok. It seems I’m always at the receiving end of a random converstation. Maybe today I’ll start one just to see what kind of a reaction I get.