The trial today didn’t go well. It only lasted half an hour, and I have that bad cold vibe that the lady who was acting manager for the day didn’t take too warmly to me. The main problem I think was that they were seeking independent initiative- they seemed to expect me to immediately take a leading role and ask customers for help and advice, whereas I timidly stayed in a corner afraid to break anything and report a wrong quote to a client. The one time I ventured to talk to a customer, I received a hmmph in response so all of my self esteem in 7 minutes was thrown out the window. I effectively spent the majority of the time readjusting owl figurines (is this a decor phase?) and accidentally bruising my hips on pointy furniture.
I walked down to the local second-hand warehouse to try some things and take my mind off of it. I’m a terribly emotional person. On the cusp of thinking someone is thinking a terrible thought of me, I immediately get upset, so walking down the street fighting tears after standing in a store not only feels pathetic but probably looked ridiculous to passers by. I am excellent and content at being a sheep- I like to follow orders, and greatly enjoy doing so. It just sucked that a lack of understanding and miscommunication was enough to make my sales skills and self-worth obsolete.
It wasn’t the biggest haul; I found several dresses that were lovely but my chest was far too big for, but eventually settled on a skirt and a striped top instead. I headed upstairs to have a look at the fuzzy men’s jumpers (always more comfortable than females) and happened upon some Royal Doulton home-ware for $4 and this i-Zone camera that I’ve already ordered film for. I might have missed an opportunity, but I refuse to have my dream of becoming Britney Spears shattered.