Why's it so fucking weird to me to go to some place and ask for a job?! I know that when I'll actually get to the point of having the job, it won't be like this; I won't be shy and it'll work out, but so far asking for a job is really hard.
Wra, I wished I would have used that opportunity when I went to that store with my brother to get him a new pair of tennis shoes. There were lots of people there at the time, so the saleswomen were busy. I don't like to be in crowded places and normally hate it when there are so many people in one place, but I knew they don't like people to move boxes and stuff because they don't want them to make a mess. The thing is, I know what I'm doing, and I don't need their help or them telling me "we don't have it in your size, but hey I can show you another amazing pair of shoes in your size" (and then I'll say "no thank you, I'm not so into wearing snake-shoes" or maybe I'll just keep it to myself...). Anyhow, I was all happy and excited about the little freedom that I got in finding a nice pair of shoes for my brother without them bugging me. I knew my brother's style and size and just started taking boxes and stuff myself. Finally we got something that he liked and was comfortable in, and he decided to buy it. During that seaching it turns out that I actually kinda organized other boxes that people had messed-up, without really noticing. One saleswoman that was in that area noticed. She was quite impressed (I wished I could impress anyone I want by moving some boxes), and started talking to my mom and saying good things about me (wow, maybe they had some fairy-dust on those boxes). Wra, I should have asked her about a job! I don't know what the chances of getting a job there were... but I would love to work in a store. Yea, especially that one. It could have been amazing. Oh well. Next time, I guess.