I was very excited, no doubt.
And because it was so exciting, so new, so cool, it turns out that I was very tired too.
8 hours working was not a big deal, but kept learning something new non-stop for 8 hours was really something!
It was like forcing a sprinter to join marathon, he is still good at exercise, but not the type of muscle which marathoner needs, at least, not yet.
But, luckily, I have many personal trainers...gay trainers...and they are super nice to be honest.
Also the department store is in a massively, crazily huge size. half of it is a dazzling shopping mall, and another half of it just like the tunnel for mine field, bad air circulation, plain interior design and almost too sad to be presented to the public.
when you face the sun, the shadow is behind you. Indeed, the other side of smiling face to the customers is a tired spirit. So the glorious window displays are actually built up by dirty, gloomy working pathways behind it. Well, lesson learned.
Also, how to keep yourself being elegant and graceful in front of customers when you have to find one specific wallet out of 100 the same covers in the small and narrow stockroom as soon as possible is another course I have to learn.
Not like the fast working pace in the restaurant where drink has to be cold and food has to be hot when serving, showing the luxurious brand is not in a hurry thing, therefore, it takes time.
Anyway, working for the big brand let me feel like a servant, not a servant of customers, but the servant of the brand--even they don't speak and complain, I have to make sure that they are presented beautifully and as new as a virgin when ever the customer wants to touch them.
Let's see how I feel after 2 weeks.
And because it was so exciting, so new, so cool, it turns out that I was very tired too.
8 hours working was not a big deal, but kept learning something new non-stop for 8 hours was really something!
It was like forcing a sprinter to join marathon, he is still good at exercise, but not the type of muscle which marathoner needs, at least, not yet.
But, luckily, I have many personal trainers...gay trainers...and they are super nice to be honest.
Also the department store is in a massively, crazily huge size. half of it is a dazzling shopping mall, and another half of it just like the tunnel for mine field, bad air circulation, plain interior design and almost too sad to be presented to the public.
when you face the sun, the shadow is behind you. Indeed, the other side of smiling face to the customers is a tired spirit. So the glorious window displays are actually built up by dirty, gloomy working pathways behind it. Well, lesson learned.
Also, how to keep yourself being elegant and graceful in front of customers when you have to find one specific wallet out of 100 the same covers in the small and narrow stockroom as soon as possible is another course I have to learn.
Not like the fast working pace in the restaurant where drink has to be cold and food has to be hot when serving, showing the luxurious brand is not in a hurry thing, therefore, it takes time.
Anyway, working for the big brand let me feel like a servant, not a servant of customers, but the servant of the brand--even they don't speak and complain, I have to make sure that they are presented beautifully and as new as a virgin when ever the customer wants to touch them.
Let's see how I feel after 2 weeks.
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