Shoot! The Tale of a Price Gun Handler

First off, thank you to all who have read and left comments! I appreciate your support and willingness to participate in this blog adventure with me.

OK, here we go.

The day started out early. I grabbed my coffee and awaited my big day at work. The previous day I learned how to cut flowers and sort them. So, I had few expectations of a super exciting day. But boy was I wrong. I was doing a different job today with another lady and this involved slightly ugly flower "jewelry". (By the way, did you know that those wrist flower things no longer just come with a white elastic band but rather some flashy bling. Crazy, eh?) But all that sold me today was the word price gun. And while I was pricing flashy bling, I was like man, why did I avoid working retail? Pricing things is crazy fun. Should have contacted Canadian Tire a long time ago.

And today I also got to see downtown Edmonton which was great. I finally have embraced that I am a city girl. I felt so relieved when I entered into the main downtown core and saw skyscrapers. It was like a little taste of home. My goal is to eventually live just slightly north of downtown Toronto. Someday...someday.

Today was a good day. And I hope yours was too!

So, has anyone ever used a price gun?

Thinking bout nothing

Hello from the wintry city of Edmonton! I have arrived and am in awe of how much snow is around.

I arrived on Wednesday evening at 6pm (local time) and went to work the next morning at 7:30am. I am working at a floral warehouse or rather a wholesale supplier. And when I told my dear friend Laura where I was working, she laughed for a hearty 3 minutes (approximately). So, I'm not a total flower person so yes, its a little funny.

But let me tell you - the past two days I felt like shooting myself. Today, I created the same display over and over again for 8 hours. I spent a lot of time in my head! And my thoughts were not that exciting. More or a less attempting to remain sane telling myself "I have a B.A, this is only temporary, I have a B.A, this is only temporary." :) But I am so very thankful for this job regardless of the repetitious work. In fact, this may not even be temporary so I should probably stop talking in case my boss is reading this... (Actually, I just saw that he is a follower of this blog, so all you need to read is, I LOVE THIS JOB.)

I'm sure I will have more stories to tell of my adventures in the flower world. So look forward to that.

So, what's the most repetitive job you've had?

All the best from the Forgotten Nomad.