I employed her. The girl in office found my mannerisms odd plus I put my hands in pockets and had a major attitude problem.
Me and Co worker used to take a short cut where instead of putting empty crate to bottom, we would save ourselves from lifting all the full ones nd leave it on second level.
Our manager pulled us up. He said I was super woman on Friday night. I could work hard no doubt. I was actually miffed that my intellect was compared to my co worker who I was quite friendly with. My pal said we were both into geeky things.
The manager tried to give us some words of encouragemental. Saying that nobody expected him to climb the ranks when he started and if we applied ourselves there's no reason why we couldn't either .
My pal found out and took the attitude that if someone shy an awkward like me could do it, then she could def be a manager and applied for managers training when she turned a ripe old 18.

I had no intention of staying at that job. My father said it was a lazy job. I took a year out to try and decide what I really wanted to do. My father suggested going to technical college but I could never do engineering or learn a trade like a mechanic. I just wasn't wired for that. My father was determined that I had to become" A something" with a proper title. Dairy manager wasn't his idea of achievement.
My sports club made fun of me for the job too. I was proud that they had employed me. I applied several times I was tenacious. I felt like they were undermining me. They laughed saying imagine I end up working there the rest of my life. So it's no wonder that I held back on motivation at this job. I needed to buck up. I would have pulled my socks up. But I fell ill.
I was also spreading myself too thin. I was trying to keep brain active with college. I was training hard before I got the supermarket job. At least they paid me officially the proper wage and my ni. Unlike my measly cheque at teaching. He went around calling me a lazy part timer. My contract was 28 hours but I got most Sundays which took it to the 36 hours and I covered for holidays too. Its how retail operates.

It was painkillers. I was depressed off my backside. I was self medicating with alcohol. All the pressure got on top of me and I went OFF THE RAILS. Every one thought I was throwing my future away.

You don't like kids do you? At the tender age of 17 I wasn't broody no. I was just shy and kids can be impressionable so I was afraid of upsetting them at my classes so I refrained from cuddles and kept it on a professional level.
I'm not sure what influenced the assumption. I didn't like kids because I had maybe been bullied or that I was gay or I was on aspergers scale. Did you even know what made you ask. It's ok. Don't worry about it.
I do like kids, and I liked teaching.

Thanks . You said that I was pretty.
Bleach in eye. I did need to look after myself more. I was a self destructive teen. Was evidently self medicating with alcohol.
Don't mix you drinks. Away with the fairies. That wasn't my hand writing.