I’ll forever be grateful for my first job – the one I’m currently working at. Working at Safeway is much more than just being a cashier, or a stock person, or florist. You develop relationships with your regular customers, hear about their good days and bad ones, as well as share bits and pieces of your own life as well.
I’m humbled and honoured when individuals share their lives with me. I’ve met countless interesting, hardworking, and intelligent people at Safeway. There are customers who have been close to me since I started working there, and customers who I see briefly from time to time.
There’s one customer in particular who prompted this post. Since I started working at Safeway in March 2015, we’ve regularly chit-chatted. When we first met, he told me that I was ‘too smart’ for Safeway, and that I had bright, intelligent eyes. He’s around 60 with a thick German accent – half of the time I can barely understand him, but it’s never stopped him from sharing his wisdom and insights of the world with me.
Yesterday, I told him about my ultimate dream. One that he’s always believed that I could achieve since the day he met me. He asked me about what was holding me back, and I told him that I doubted my abilities. My intelligence. My work ethic. He dispelled all of my self-limiting beliefs, like he always does, and said at the very least, I should try. I later journaled about what he told me. Even customers at Safeway have more faith in me than I have in myself. Even they think that I deserve more than I’m giving myself.
I believe that regular, normal, every day people, can do extraordinary things. I’ve always yearned with my whole being to do what I set out to do when I was young. Along the way, I lost some passion and calling, and faced some tough roadblocks. I’ve been prompted to search for what I’ve lost, because of my dear customer. At the very least, I have to try.
Here’s to a new perspective and hope for the future!