In this dialogue, I will be setting the scene of me at my new job. I'm only a couple weeks in at the new job and just getting the hang of things. It’s the mid afternoon were kids are just getting out of school and families are trying to go grocery shopping so they can cook dinner. It gets a little hectic at this time because everyone is trying to get in and get out. As I'm trying to clock in for my shift, I bump into people as they push me out the way so they can make their way to the register. The line to check out is pass the deli and customers are starting to get upset. My manager is rushing me to get to the station as I quickly walk over to my post.
Me:"I can help who's ever next in line."
Customer: "Finally!"
Me: "Hi how are you doing today"
Customer: "Good."
Me: "Did you find everything you were looking for?"
Customer: "Yes."
Me: "Okay your total comes to 125.63"
Customer: "It’s going to be credit"
Me: "Okay go ahead and swipe your card and select credit'
Customer: "Did it go through?”
Me: "One second my computer is slow. Okay it did would you like your receipt?"
Customer:"No."
Me: "Okay have a nice day!"
And for the next 5 hours that's what I was stuck doing. Greeting customers, collecting payment, and wishing them to have a great day. I feel like a robot, stuck in one position and commanded to do certain orders from someone that is more important than me. The good thing about being a cashier is getting to meet all the different people that come to my line. For instance, the other day I had a conversation with one of the sweetest and respectable customers I ever had. She came in around 11:30am to go grocery shopping for her kids who just came back from their vacation. Two sons, both with blue eyes and curly blonde hair. As she approached my line and stop to say "You are beautiful”! She said it with a smile and I smiled back and said thank you, your very kind. She started asking me questions like do I live in the area and am I in school. I told her I don't live far and what I'm in school for. We then talked about her kids and things they were doing for the summer. After giving her all her change and a receipt, she wishes me good luck with my school year and to keep smiling. I told her to have a good day and hope to see her again. After she left, one of the older cashier girls said that her family comes in all the time and she's loaded with money. Her husband is either a doctor or lawyer and they both drive brand new expenses. It surprised me in a way because just from are simple conversation, I would never guess she was normal just like me. She didn't act boogie or like she was too good to talk to me. She was a civilized human being. I will never forget that day because it helps me realize that we forget sometimes that we are all human at the day. People are not considered better than each other because of their finances, educational level, or looks. So when you see a homeless person on the street or someone that is less fortunate than you, don't let your ego get in the way because at the end of the day we are all human. You never know, maybe that homeless person you looked down on could have once made more money than you and just fell under hard times. You never know.
In this scene I will be describing a strange place that I recently went to. Downtown is the main attraction in the city of Philadelphia. There are different activities you can participate in such as going to the art museum or eating great food at one of our many restaurants. Now what about the less attractive places such as the underground subway and market line station? Did you know that's were some people call their home? Well I did. On Tuesday's nights my mother and her church group goes down there to feed the homeless and I decided to go with her. First off, the subway is filthy and fill of rats on the train tracks having a fiesta with left over trash. The walls are filled with graffiti and other things I don't know. The floor has old gum stuck to it and cigarette buds scatter all over the place. People are rushing right past you so they can either hurry up to leave the contaminated area or rush to catch the train. And the worst thing of all is there is an awful stench stuck in the air that won't go away! The smell is indescribable but if I must describe it well it smells like a year supply of urine that was left out to soak up in everyone's noses mix with an overflowing trash truck that keeps running by every 15 seconds. Talk about disgusting! Anyway, so were passing out food and this one homeless guy just stood out to me. He was so appreciative of the food we gave him. It wasn't much food because we had to portion the food so it could be enough for everyone put he was so thankful. His clothes were raggedy and he had a shopping cart of things he collected on the road. So I ask him want he needed all those things for. And you know what he told me? The shopping cart was his home and everything in the cart was things he needed in his house. He had blankets and cardboard boxes to lie on. He also had books so he can read and so old cans he collects so he can trade them in for cash which wasn't much. I couldn't help to tear up from listening to his story. To think that people really have to live like that from day to day sadden me. It also helps me to be more appreciative of the things I have in life and be more grateful. You never know how life plays out and it could be worse.
Me:"I can help who's ever next in line."
Customer: "Finally!"
Me: "Hi how are you doing today"
Customer: "Good."
Me: "Did you find everything you were looking for?"
Customer: "Yes."
Me: "Okay your total comes to 125.63"
Customer: "It’s going to be credit"
Me: "Okay go ahead and swipe your card and select credit'
Customer: "Did it go through?”
Me: "One second my computer is slow. Okay it did would you like your receipt?"
Customer:"No."
Me: "Okay have a nice day!"
And for the next 5 hours that's what I was stuck doing. Greeting customers, collecting payment, and wishing them to have a great day. I feel like a robot, stuck in one position and commanded to do certain orders from someone that is more important than me. The good thing about being a cashier is getting to meet all the different people that come to my line. For instance, the other day I had a conversation with one of the sweetest and respectable customers I ever had. She came in around 11:30am to go grocery shopping for her kids who just came back from their vacation. Two sons, both with blue eyes and curly blonde hair. As she approached my line and stop to say "You are beautiful”! She said it with a smile and I smiled back and said thank you, your very kind. She started asking me questions like do I live in the area and am I in school. I told her I don't live far and what I'm in school for. We then talked about her kids and things they were doing for the summer. After giving her all her change and a receipt, she wishes me good luck with my school year and to keep smiling. I told her to have a good day and hope to see her again. After she left, one of the older cashier girls said that her family comes in all the time and she's loaded with money. Her husband is either a doctor or lawyer and they both drive brand new expenses. It surprised me in a way because just from are simple conversation, I would never guess she was normal just like me. She didn't act boogie or like she was too good to talk to me. She was a civilized human being. I will never forget that day because it helps me realize that we forget sometimes that we are all human at the day. People are not considered better than each other because of their finances, educational level, or looks. So when you see a homeless person on the street or someone that is less fortunate than you, don't let your ego get in the way because at the end of the day we are all human. You never know, maybe that homeless person you looked down on could have once made more money than you and just fell under hard times. You never know.
In this scene I will be describing a strange place that I recently went to. Downtown is the main attraction in the city of Philadelphia. There are different activities you can participate in such as going to the art museum or eating great food at one of our many restaurants. Now what about the less attractive places such as the underground subway and market line station? Did you know that's were some people call their home? Well I did. On Tuesday's nights my mother and her church group goes down there to feed the homeless and I decided to go with her. First off, the subway is filthy and fill of rats on the train tracks having a fiesta with left over trash. The walls are filled with graffiti and other things I don't know. The floor has old gum stuck to it and cigarette buds scatter all over the place. People are rushing right past you so they can either hurry up to leave the contaminated area or rush to catch the train. And the worst thing of all is there is an awful stench stuck in the air that won't go away! The smell is indescribable but if I must describe it well it smells like a year supply of urine that was left out to soak up in everyone's noses mix with an overflowing trash truck that keeps running by every 15 seconds. Talk about disgusting! Anyway, so were passing out food and this one homeless guy just stood out to me. He was so appreciative of the food we gave him. It wasn't much food because we had to portion the food so it could be enough for everyone put he was so thankful. His clothes were raggedy and he had a shopping cart of things he collected on the road. So I ask him want he needed all those things for. And you know what he told me? The shopping cart was his home and everything in the cart was things he needed in his house. He had blankets and cardboard boxes to lie on. He also had books so he can read and so old cans he collects so he can trade them in for cash which wasn't much. I couldn't help to tear up from listening to his story. To think that people really have to live like that from day to day sadden me. It also helps me to be more appreciative of the things I have in life and be more grateful. You never know how life plays out and it could be worse.