If you are like I was before I worked at Victoria's Secret, you may have no Earthly idea what the hell cash wrap is.
Cash wrap = Cash register. {But, you probably already knew that.}
Why am I talking about a cash register?
Answer: Because I had a dream about one last night.
"Dreams are like pictures. If I'm not in them, and no one is having sex, I don't want to hear about them." -Dennis, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
That's how I typically feel about sharing my dreams, and about hearing other people's. Not the sex part, just the "if I am not in them" part.
But, this has a point, I promise.
So, anyways, in my dream I was working at a grocery store, checking people out.
And I sucked.
I was sloooow, kept having to call the manager for help, and the customers were getting uppity.
Basically, it was an exact reflection of real life.
When I was 16, I worked at a grocery store. In my early 20's I worked at CVS, and at 24, Victoria's Secret. At all 3 places, I had to work at the register.
And at all 3 places, I hated the register.
If I think of a time that I felt under the most pressure, it was working at a cash register. There's nothing worse than having a long line of grumpy mall-goers and not knowing if you are supposed to scan their 10% off card first or their black, lacy bra, and when you do figure it out, not knowing how to even find the place on the computer to enter in said information. Then there's your boss standing behind you, judging you, and gently reminding you to ask if they have an Angels card, and if they don't "Would they like one? It can save you money!".
I hated it.
Needless to say, I woke up from my dream feeling stressed out. And then I laughed when I realized it was just a dream. Thank God!
Have you ever worked at a cash register? Did it stress you out as much as it did me?
I hope like heck I never have to work behind one again.
Even that will be too soon.
On a happy note, don't forget to enter into our
giveaway! It ends on Sunday.
Happy Friday! : )