today was my first day back at bp and i was so unbelievably nervous about it. i thought i might forget how to work the register or how to work the elevator in the back or how to reticket an item or most importantly, how to make a complete stranger love me enough to spend a couple hundred on v-necks and camis.
but i didn't forget and i even remembered how the third door on the left of the fitting room requires a little wiggle with the key when opening it.
and i remembered to write the drivers license number on the top of a check.
and i remembered how painful this job is and how my feet throb at the end of the day.
i remembered how satisfying it is to help some awkward thirteen year old girl find a pair of jeans that make her feel sassy and pretty.
but mostly, i remembered how much i really love my job.