Given how I really don't have much for you, I'm going to tell you the story of what I did last Sunday. It's a story I've been meaning to tell since Christmas Eve actually (it'll make sense in a minute) but things have always come up. So now I finally get to tell you what I did. Prepare to be proud of me.
I went back to my voluntary work.
I actually went back on Christmas Eve. I was in town having dinner and I saw some people who worked at the shop. I asked them if the shop was open and they said it was, so I thought I might go in. I told my dad this and he said he would pick me up. After that we went to another shop where I picked up a present for my mum (yeah I left that pretty late) and while I was looking, my dad went home. Yep, he left me there. He called me up and explained that he thought I had gone to the shop to work, and luckily for the both of us I guess, I decided to go in to work after I had been LEFT IN THE STORE. I really don't mind though. So yeah, I went in and I was even able to have some laughs with the boss. The transition wasn't as awkward as I was fearing it might be. I got tired of being afraid, so I just marched in, and did some work.
And that is why I have been meaning to tell you this since Christmas Eve.
This past Sunday I went back in again for the afternoon. Which is basically three hours. The shop closes at four on Sundays and I went in after the lunch hour, so I was there for about one. I was on the till pretty much the entire time. It wasn't bad at all, except for one woman who refused to look at me. Seriously she came up to the counter and paid for her things all without looking directly at me. One little girl seemed scared of me (it's happened a surprising number of times actually) but she warmed up to me because she spent that long in the store.
The bossman was actually pretty cool. He asked me if I was there to stay properly or if it was a one time thing, and he seemed genuinely interested, and not sarcastic. He asked me how my therapy was going and I said even though I was still depressed it was going well because I was doing things with my life, like going to the shop again. He didn't even tell me off for sitting on the chair by the till, and he even saw me on my phone once when the shop was really quiet. Jessica things that as well as me changing, he might have changed a bit too. I usually thought his heart was in the right place, but the way he did things wasn't so good. Who knows? I guess time will tell. I even lost all my mood and spirit after nearly two hours, but I soldiered on until the end, and was even able to smile again. I pushed through a mental and physical barrier and left life bleeding on the floor.
I'm kinda proud of me for what I did that day.
Will I go back? Probably, but I'll probably stick to Sundays for now. There's barely anyone in and there's a very light workload. It's a good day to reintroduce myself.
P.S Sorry about the long post. I technically told two stories here, not one.
P.P.S Now if I could just get my last university assignment written I'll be happier.