SUMMER CASHIERING BLUES

I learned very quickly at the age of 18 that memorizing fruit barcodes and wearing stiff khakis was not the most glamorous way to spend my summer. Surrounded by fluorescent lights, less than peppy co-workers and screaming toddlers, I remember feeling discouraged and lost as I went home each night to newsfeeds filled with rad vacations, beachy sunsets, and lit college parties.

As a recent high school grad aspiring to receive a college education, ya girl was determined to find a means to pay for it.

So, a few weeks before graduation, I'd gotten serious about finding and landing a summer job.

When God blessed me with a cashiering one about 15 minutes from my house, the feeling was incredible. Within the first few days of orientation, I truly felt that I'd hit the lottery.

(LOL.)

The building was air-conditioned, the fluorescent lights bright, and the cashiering system efficient. I even loved touring the store and learning how to readjust displays and greet customers.

However, after a few weeks, the rose-colored perspective that I'd had of the job slowly began to come to a halt.

I came to understand that the job required much of me – from multi-tasking to balancing long shifts, to ensuring after-hours prep for the next day was executed well. Some days were slow, and others completely overwhelming – especially during the summer holiday and back-to-school rush.

Plus, to add to the position's challenges were my own. I didn't have a car, or the means of going on glamorous vacations like many of my peers – which often left me feeling a bit down.

Overall, I often questioned why that season in my life looked a certain way – and it was easy to compare others' highlight reels to my reality.

SOMETIMES, GREATNESS REQUIRES PREPARATION

By the end of August, I'd completed my summer job and was headed to UF for college. While I wanted to wallow in what had seemed like a fruitless summer, something finally struck a chord with me as I looked out my bedroom window at a procession of street-lights.

I realized in those quiet moments that perhaps there was something to be learned in the place I was in. That maybe serving customers with a smile, having casual conversations in our coffee-stained break room, and tidying up displays were all part of a pivotal chapter God was crafting in my life.

I began to challenge myself to view my experiences as lessons to be learned – in some maybe not-so-glam ways. For instance, maybe during that time, God was molding me into someone who could serve and befriend others – independent of their background. Or, maybe God was teaching me the importance of paying attention to details – especially in presentation. Or, perhaps God was teaching me to have patience – so that I could demonstrate gratitude in seasons more aligned with my passion(s).

KEEP GOING

For you, your form of a less-than-glam season may look very different from mine. Nonetheless, I encourage to embrace the perspective that maybe your current position in life is impacting others or opening doors for you in ways that you could have never imagined.

(It's kinda funny how God works that way, eh?)

So friend, embrace the grunt work, the drudgery, and the less-than-glam moments. Be patient, and try your best to be thankful and helpful in the place you are. Your time will come (trust me).

THANKS FOR READING

Hey, gal! Thanks for checking out the post.

I hope that you have an incredibly beautiful week, and God Bless!

xoxo,
Alexis

Written By: Alexis T. Brown
@alexistbrown

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