Day 10

First day on the job, and I’m already feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

Who knew cashiering could be difficult?

I didn’t, that’s for sure.

As soon as I arrived, they scanned my documents and showed me around the produce section of the store.

If you’re unfamiliar with East Asian cuisine, East Asians tend to eat lots of different types of veggies. All of which look basically the same to me. Which was a problem. Because I can’t tell the difference between mustard greens and Shanghai bokchoy.

Remembering the produce codes for 4 different kinds of onions and 6 types of spinach or whatever and five types of apples and whatnot gets hard. The only codes I memorized were for bananas, green onions, and parsley. There’s a lot of learning and memorizing left for me to do, for sure.

And my feet are dead after 8 hours of standing.

You know, I used to brag that I would end up in a job that wouldn’t require me to sit in an office from 9–5 and my wish actually came true.

I’m now standing 9–5 at a grocery store bagging groceries.

Not exactly the dreamiest of occupations but most certainly a necessary one.

I’ve also learned that I have little to no experience dealing with customer service.

And I’ve learned that people are very kind and understanding — even when I botch up the groceries by misidentifying produce, people have shown an astounding amount of patience.

I literally have no chill, so whenever I mess up, I freak out and start asking people for help.

Which is probably better than assuming I know what said veggies are (I usually don’t have a clue) and messing it up over and over again.

I think I messed up a snake cucumber or something and mistook it for a gray squash.

I don’t even know at this point. But cashiers really do have specialized knowledge in a way, and learning these numbers is gonna take a while.

At least they had a sign in front that said, “Cashier in training, please be patient.” That was helpful. Reminds me of those kids who drive around in those “new student driving” cars with the bumper stickers and label as warning.

I probably botched up at least 20 people’s check-outs. Or more.

I’m exhausted now.

Oh, but I found out that two of my coworkers are Taiwanese and I’ve been practicing my Korean with some of the store employees. They mostly seem to be amused by my sad attempts, but hey.. at least I’m still trying. If my goal is to one day go to South Korea on a Fulbright, then I’m doing the right thing with practicing my Korean. I’m working on it.

I think I’ll take a longass break, study some Korean, and call it a night. I gotta cashier again early tomorrow morning.

Peace out.