I started working where I'm at now in 1997. I had unexpectedly quit my previous job and needed to find something. I started part time in the deli at night. Within a few weeks I had been trained as a cashier and a few months later the bakery manager position was offered to me. I gladly took it since that would mean going from part time to full time.
I'm throwing in a random picture to break things up. One picture 3 ways. Starting with the original and cropping in closer each time.
I don't recall how long I spent in the bakery before I was offered a store manager position. There were 3 of us at the time and I worked mainly nights. Although there were parts of the job I liked, for the most part it stressed me out too much.
When Wade and I got married in 2006 I told my boss I hated the job and wanted to go back to the bakery. That is where I've been ever since.
Last week during my 11 day stretch, the daytime manager was also on vacation which left the boss to take care of the office on top of all his other work. He handed me the keys to the office and said I could take care of it. Some of it I remembered and some I needed a slight refresher on. It certainly made the days go by quick since I was running most of the day. While doing my work in the bakery, I also had to run to the front of the store when they called for a manager.
This week is the dreaded fair week. Although I complain about it a lot, I've gotten quite organized with it over the years and it's really not as bad as it used to be. Mostly it's just a lot of extra work and a bit hectic. The bright side is that my reward for making it through the week is that I'm on vacation all next week.