Explanations

--This is day 5 in "The 7 Last Days of Summer"--



I'm in the process of training someone at work.

I thought that training would be a pretty easy thing to do. All you have to do is explain and show what you do to this new person, right?

Well in this person's case, the answer is a no.

We were in a really big time crunch today. The other two ladies and I had multiple things to do, and every single thing had to be finished today.

This was of course the day that they chose me to train this lady.

I was told she had the basic skills, which she did not.
I was told that she understood the process, which she did not.
I was told that she was aware of how much we needed to get done today, which she did not.
I was told that all I was doing was showing her how I single-handedly do Apparel clearance. In reality, I was showing her how to survive in retail.

It was a horrible day.

I have never minded explaining myself. I do have a reason for absolutely everything that I have ever said, loved, thought, or hated. I can explain to you why I'm thinking what I'm thinking, I would, however, suggest that you take a deep breath before I begin.
I'm saying all this to say that I would give her the instructions, I would give her what others do, I would tell and show her what I do, I would explain how my way has worked faster for me. And she would just stand there blankly staring at the sweater that she wanted to buy. Here I was, offering great explanations, tips, helps, that she will need when she starts, and all my work was for naught. I was itching to just be left alone, so I could fly through what I needed to get through, I knew where it was, I knew how to do it, I knew what it was, and yet all I did today was explain. Everything. Over and over again.

Long story short:

I learned her life story. And I am deathly serious about the life part. I know everything from her homemade sandwiches, to her daughters flat iron experiences.

She was shocked by how much we did all day.

We completed everything with mere minutes to spare.

And today was my last day of normal hours.

Summer is over.