8/6/2002
Frijoles
First day of work, I'm exhausted. I started working at the student store. Is not that bad, I actually like jobs that keep me busy, and I don't have much problems with being polite to people. I didn't encounter any bitchy customers.
I learned how to use the register. I never actually had any cashier experience, but I put in my resume that I did. Oh well. You got to do what you got to do.
The training was a pain; we went over the "four As" Approachability, Attitude, Added Value, and I don't remember what. A bunch of major BS. The manager pretended that he didn't care much about corporate slogans, but then said that those are just good things to live by.
I also found out that the store has upgraded their security system, so I don't recommend liberating anything from there. Not that I love the store, fuck the pinche tienda. But I don't want anyone getting "molested" by the pinche securities.
Anyways, Alejandra received me with a nice dinner and I had a cup of wine. I feel tired, but tired good.
Mañana es otro día, ojalá que todo salga bien.