I will be graduating in May, finally. I am nervous, excited, overwhelmed, scared, anxious, and so much more. The reality of the real world will quickly set in and I am almost sure I won't like it! The tastes of the real world that I have had, I am not a fan of.
I have always been envious of people who know EXACTLY what they want to do with their lives. At the same time, I also feel sorry for the same people because they never gave themselves a chance to want or experience anything else. They generally have such tunnel vision on what they want and how to get there, and when they get there sometimes it's not always what they imagined. They stay because they don't know anything else and it would be admitting to failure if they quit what they'd always dreamed of. Don't get me wrong, there are people who have always known what they wanted to do with their lives...and it does end up being the right fit for them, but generally I see people disappointed with what they end up with.
I feel like I always have these ideas about what I want to do with my life, but I feel that there i so much I want to do with my life and then I feel like I can't decide upon anything! That's when I start getting discouraged. I am so close to beginning my professional life, yet I feel that I have no idea where I am going. I know that as of right now I want to work for an advertising agency, but I don't know if that's what I want to do my entire life.
I have always enjoyed helping people and making a difference, but I do also really enjoy marketing. When I first began my college life at Ripon, I was majoring in Sociology and athletic training and I loved both! When I transferred to Alverno I had to change my major, especially because of the weekend program; so I chose marketing, which I really seem to enjoy.
I hope that I can find a job with an ad agency and within that I hope that I can make companies socially responsible because I think that's very important.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
A week to think about...
Crazy things happen everyday when you work in retail. You have to deal with all sorts of people. With the economy being on a downfall, and unemployment on the rise it's not a surprise that robberies, theft, and scamming are on the rise as well.
On Superbowl Sunday I had to work all day from 10:00 A.M. until 8:00 P.M. The day was going relatively well until about 4:00. A man came in, all too friendly, and began to shop for what would end up being three hours. He was very talkative and friendly toward all of the employees. After about two hours we became suspicious of him because he had such a full, eclectic cart. Everyone had been near him at one point or another and tried to keep an eye on him.
At about 7:00 he took his cart to the front register and told the clerk that he was going to go outside and have a smoke and call his friend to let him know he was ready (he was "new" to the area and didn't know his way around). I went up to the front and asked where he was, and went outside to find him. Gone. When I came back inside I asked where the digital camera was that he had been carrying around with him was. I proceeded to dig through his cart only to find that it was gone. Why would someone spend three hours in a store to steal one digital camera?
Scratch that: he stole 14 digital cameras, some mp3 players, watches, razors, vitamins, and much more. He had a razor blade (which he also stole from us) that he used to cut the merchandise off of the locked pegs and then cut them out of their packages.
We found most of the packages stuffed in backpacks and luggage that we sell. He had stuffed the merchandise in his puffy jacket, and I am guessing he had his jacket lined with bags to put the stuff in. How could this happen? There was always someone near him, and we constantly were bugging him asking if he needed help. He never looked like he was doing anything wrong, and never was jumpy. He even stole a snapple and drank it, except we never saw him drinking it!
We were suspicious of him, but we thought he was going to try and scam us with credit cards or gift cards when he was checking out. We didn't think he was bold enough to be stealing all of that right there. How could this happen to us? How did we not see anything? This doesn't happen in our small town. We are too trusting.
The more empty packages we found the more upset we became. I finally left work at about 9:00, and when I stepped outside I immediately started crying. It's hard to explain all the emotions that I felt at the time, but I couldn't help but cry.
I wasn't scared that we would get in trouble, but I might have been a little nervous. The thing that was bothering me the most was this feeling.... I felt like I had been raped...violated. The only people who understood what I felt were April and Justin (who had been there too).
I didn't sleep much Sunday night, and when I went to work on Monday I felt very emotional. All of these "what if" thoughts were running through my head. What if one of us had seen him stealing and he saw us? Would he have threatened or assalted us? Would he have just ran out?
It's just a very strange mix of emotions that I felt. I didn't think it would affect me this much but it does. All week I have scanned every person who walks into the store, and have closely watched everyone.
I feel violated and stupid.
On Superbowl Sunday I had to work all day from 10:00 A.M. until 8:00 P.M. The day was going relatively well until about 4:00. A man came in, all too friendly, and began to shop for what would end up being three hours. He was very talkative and friendly toward all of the employees. After about two hours we became suspicious of him because he had such a full, eclectic cart. Everyone had been near him at one point or another and tried to keep an eye on him.
At about 7:00 he took his cart to the front register and told the clerk that he was going to go outside and have a smoke and call his friend to let him know he was ready (he was "new" to the area and didn't know his way around). I went up to the front and asked where he was, and went outside to find him. Gone. When I came back inside I asked where the digital camera was that he had been carrying around with him was. I proceeded to dig through his cart only to find that it was gone. Why would someone spend three hours in a store to steal one digital camera?
Scratch that: he stole 14 digital cameras, some mp3 players, watches, razors, vitamins, and much more. He had a razor blade (which he also stole from us) that he used to cut the merchandise off of the locked pegs and then cut them out of their packages.
We found most of the packages stuffed in backpacks and luggage that we sell. He had stuffed the merchandise in his puffy jacket, and I am guessing he had his jacket lined with bags to put the stuff in. How could this happen? There was always someone near him, and we constantly were bugging him asking if he needed help. He never looked like he was doing anything wrong, and never was jumpy. He even stole a snapple and drank it, except we never saw him drinking it!
We were suspicious of him, but we thought he was going to try and scam us with credit cards or gift cards when he was checking out. We didn't think he was bold enough to be stealing all of that right there. How could this happen to us? How did we not see anything? This doesn't happen in our small town. We are too trusting.
The more empty packages we found the more upset we became. I finally left work at about 9:00, and when I stepped outside I immediately started crying. It's hard to explain all the emotions that I felt at the time, but I couldn't help but cry.
I wasn't scared that we would get in trouble, but I might have been a little nervous. The thing that was bothering me the most was this feeling.... I felt like I had been raped...violated. The only people who understood what I felt were April and Justin (who had been there too).
I didn't sleep much Sunday night, and when I went to work on Monday I felt very emotional. All of these "what if" thoughts were running through my head. What if one of us had seen him stealing and he saw us? Would he have threatened or assalted us? Would he have just ran out?
It's just a very strange mix of emotions that I felt. I didn't think it would affect me this much but it does. All week I have scanned every person who walks into the store, and have closely watched everyone.
I feel violated and stupid.
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