You think you can…

…thanks to my FitBit Zip, I thought I was doing something.I could take care of myself.

I am thirty pounds thinner than I was this past October, and was walking up 15,000 steps once I got over my GI attack.

Then came the job,

Nothing trains you for life as a cashier, or life as a veal, as it were.You get to walk maybe six steps once in a while when a transaction warrants it.You get your little scanning gun and record the items on sale in a shoppers basket.Other times you are just doing lifting, scanning, and bagging:all upper torso action.Even with good supportive shoes on, my legs are screaming.Can we walk a little? Nope is the answer. For a 6 hour shift you get a fifteen minute break.When that comes, I haul myself out into fresh air and try to relax away from the store.

The worst thing is I get to come home and I get the girls out for the last walk of the night but it still leave me 500 steps short.It takes little effort to do that, but for legs I thought were in shape, well, they have a long way to go.

I will get my girls out one way or another.I miss them when I am not here, and I am sure they miss me too, or at least our walks.

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Two days down and how many to go?

Today was day number two in cashier training.

I am tired.

There are so many things to learn and keep straight.Assistance for women and children. What do they qualify for? What does their check say they can get? Is it dated properly? Did they pick the right product up?How do you enter the payment?

Enough about that.

What about scanning? A whole new world from 35 years ago? UPC codes? What about products that don’t have UPC codes? Produce? Plants?**scratching my head**

Tomorrow I get an actual till and go on a register.To say I am scared is putting it mildly.At 55, I really don’t need this angst in my life, but I keep trying.I’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other.Hopefully,things will go ok.