Wednesday, 26 February 2014
Being honest with myself and everyone about my feeling about volunteering turned out to be the best thing.
I gave myself time to think about what it was I didn't like about it, it's not the manager or the other folk working there, it's not the shop, it's not the customers, it's not the time of day, it's not what it takes from my week. There was nothing I really disliked. It was just different from what I'd done before. When it comes down to it, the fact is I'm not the best at it. I'm ok, but that's good. I don't need to be the best salesman ever I need to be a body behind a till to take payment for things and put them in a bag.
I went in yesterday with no feelings on the matter, not unhappy about it, not full of enthusiasm, just going. Then when I got there I had the feeling of freedom. Telling myself that I didn't have to like it, I didn't even have to be good at it, I just had to do it was great. I stopped taking myself seriously and just got on with it.
Doing the opposite and being happy with my offering being good enough was enough for everyone.
Also, I have spent no money since Saturday (and won't spend anything today) and put £3 in the Q-pot.