to be trained more completely before I am left in this store alone.
Moms on a rush to pick up their children, I think, will be my worst nightmare in this store. A cluster fuck of a transaction was just made a moment ago, right after I had to literally run and speed like crazy person to get my Wawa sandwich as my only co worker on staff was waiting for me to get back so that SHE could go to pick up her child from day care.
Those ten minutes of stress is the first time I've been stressed since starting here, though. So while it may seem like this is a complaint or me venting my woes, it's actually a HALLELUJAH! that I don't work anywhere else. Toy stores rock.
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