Post by Admin on Feb 27, 2014 9:39:14 GMT -6
So yesterday I trained with literally the only other two workers in the store aside from my aunt: the manager, Yolanda, and my coworker, Monica.
I love them both. Monica especially. She's this really sweet 30-something mom of two, and yesterday we spent all day chatting while she taught me how to tag clothes(you use this metal gun thing to put those plastic things attached to price tags on, it's fun), and let me run the register.
But today is my last day of training, and I'm going to stay an extra hour or two to watch them close, because tomorrow night they're having me close by myself.
I love them both. Monica especially. She's this really sweet 30-something mom of two, and yesterday we spent all day chatting while she taught me how to tag clothes(you use this metal gun thing to put those plastic things attached to price tags on, it's fun), and let me run the register.
But today is my last day of training, and I'm going to stay an extra hour or two to watch them close, because tomorrow night they're having me close by myself.
