it just takes a little … ‘care’ …

today at work as i was coming back from my lunch, i over-heard the GSTL ask over the walkie if someone could help out a guest that was hard of seeing and needed a little help shopping.
I figured right away that no one was going to respond to it, because everyone is always so busy, or afraid to not get their stuff done … and get in trouble … So I volunteered… my foot hurting as much as it has been…

I went up to the Service Desk, picked up my lady and off we went… and it took forever… I’m sure it wasn’t all “that long” in all reality, thinking that I have seen people in that store for hours at end, but also knowing that I should be back where I WAS working, and knowing my boss was probably slightly foaming out of his mouth, it kind of seemed long. ๐Ÿ™‚
BUT as I was thinking about this throughout the day, I came to realize that I don’t really care, or didn’t care. SHE could have been me, SHE could have been your mother, SHE could have been yourself in 20, 30 or even 40 years from now. SHE could have been your best friend, SHE could have been your wife, your husband, your child. Would you have appreciate nobody coming to help THEM? Nobody assisting her, when she wasn’t even afraid to ask for help? How many of us would even be able to admit that we needed help to do the simplest shopping, like shoes, bathroom accessories and plastic cups and bowls and a toaster?
AND we are always being “pounded” with, make sales, assist guests, help help help, … well I did that. ๐Ÿ™‚
So it is what it is, and it made me feel just peachy ๐Ÿ™‚ she thanked me about a dozen times throughout the whole shopping trip, which, to me, wasn’t necessary. I hope I made her day a little brighter, and gave me another karma point to not having to come back to this forsaken place… or at least keep me out of Retail. … and even though she asked me for my name right away, I never bothered her to ask her for hers. I’m sure it’s not important, but writing all this down just reminded me about it.
And my bosses foaming mouth dried up soon after I returned back to my “work center”.