Inspiration...

There reaches a point in everyone's blogging where you will inevitably, eventually, horrendously run out of ideas. Thinking today about the multiple blogging ideas I could write about: The 12 year old kid with DOPE written on a baseball cap who came into work today. I even know where you can buy a hat like that. Or maybe I was thinking about telling you my parents were off to Yorkshire. Again. Which might be interesting, but it probably won't be. Or I could even tell you about the worlds most amazing potato wedges that I created tonight, but that I can see is just as boring!

You can see where my lack of inspiration comes from really. I mean all I have really done today is go to work and play candy crush, then cook potato wedges. Actually on the Candy Crush front, I have managed to finally crack level 25... I know not impressive, but from humble beginnings... I have only been playing it for 3 days...

So as many of you may know, I am off to university in just a couple of weeks. This means that I am going to have to give up the job I currently hold at The Co-op. While this news may appear to be sad for me, I really don't think I will miss it. And I am not going to start complaining about the opportunity I have had to have a job, and earn decent money doing it, which has set me for many things, not least of which is running ad maintaining my car, working at a shop like the Co-op can have a lot of things compared to Candy Crush.

The frustration. You spend your entire life trying to make things work which are just not going to work. I think the problem with working in a retail shop is that they are all set out to be the same, and therefore the systems are just not adaptable to different situations. In trying to think of the best way to explain this, it is like trying to fit a ball into a cube shaped box. It doesn't fit in nicely. I mean you can get it in with a bit of squeezing and pushing, but it is not perfect, in fact in many ways the ball is now ruined.

This is the same with the shop. When it was a newsagents before, everything worked, because it was designed to work in that situation. A small shop with a limited access and limited stockroom space in a 60's prefab row of shops. Stock came to the shop in the owner's Citroen Belingo van, people only bought a paper and a bag of humbugs and everything ran smoothly. Now deliveries come in on huge lorries, in cages and trolleys far too big to fit in the stock room and at one point in the shop the aisles aren't even wide enough to fit a trolley through. How are people supposed to shop for their groceries in a shop which is barely big enough for 4 pints of milk and a loaf of bread?

I suppose you have to treat everything as a learning opportunity, and there have been some parts of the job that I have really enjoyed, like the colleagues I have had,  and other things that I hope will be part of my future career: the mindset of business, predicting what people will buy, helping customers out and advising them on what the best product is. But there are many things that, a week on Saturday I will be more than happy to wave goodbye to.

Oh and check this, in my tea break in writing this article, I managed to get to level 28! Watch out Dad, 32 here we come!

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