Dear Mom, Please Send Reinforcements
Soooo Spain, it turns out... not so fun. At least not yet. Its a different kind of frustration from my old work. Its starting from scratch.
Learning everything.
Asking questions a gazillion times an hour.
Looking stupid.
F-ing up.
Memorizing names.
Forgetting people's names.
And my all-time favorite: Deciphering the numerous acronyms that jumble up the M's and N's and S's and Q's.
Its not a great feeling. I keep telling myself, give it time. you've only been there for three weeks. You'll GET it eventually - eventually being the key word here.
The Good Stuff
I love working IN a mall. I love how everything is there. So of course, there are SOME perks:
Window shopping on my lunch break.
Buying my favorite coffees and desserts.
The supermarket!
A thousand options for lunch.
Free passes to events.
I never thought I'd actually work in the mall where I spent so much of my adolescent life. Its kind of funny in a way. Maybe its a sign that I'm not supposed to grow up soon.
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