Last Friday I celebrated 10 years working at my workplace.
10 years! I can’t believe that!
I started there when I was 20 years old. I had a boyfriend who broke up with me not long after I started. When I started the whole shop was different. Different layout. Things in different aisles. Different people. I met my partner at work. We worked the same shifts doing the same thing. We’ve been together for nearly 5 years. We have a 2 year old together.
I have seen managers change around so much but one thing has remained the same…
I am a shelf stacker through and through.
I’ve done checkout. I don’t enjoy that at all. Not my thing.
Some people like it. Me, nah.
I like to physically see what I’m doing and am results driven. I know what I’m good at and what I’m not good at. I know what I can and can’t do.
Honestly, I have my job to thank for who I am today. For the life that I have. For my partner. For my daughter.
So, 10 years have come and gone. Wow, even saying it out loud is weird.