Life Experience

Retail Experience

I have a fairly diverse range of experience on my CV but I’ve always been lacking in retail experience. Until now.

I’ve started working at a small boutique store in the centre of York, on one of its most popular and oldy-worldy streets (not The Shambles) and that means the shop reflects the bricks on which it stands.

I seem to be doing alright. It’s pretty much exactly what I expected it to be except that working in a small shop is *kinda boring*. Even though the street it’s on is a reasonably busy street, full of tourists, crammed with shoppers – it’s a difficult one to navigate if you’re on a mission – the shop can be pretty quiet for long periods of time. And when that happens, time stands still and I suddenly feel under an awful lot of pressure to look like the best shop assistant evar. No. I don’t want to bad mouth, I don’t want to complain. I’m still in the phase of comparing it to my last job at the school and that’s a no-no. The jobs are 100% completely different to each other. I just….

I don’t feel challenged.

I don’t feel like my brain is being pushed, I don’t feel like my creativity is reaching its limit and I’m scared that I’m going to lose my drive. I’m not stimulated, I’m not motivated. You’ll notice I’ve started lacking in writing on my blog and I’m often finding myself sitting at home and staring into space when I’ve finished work or even on a day off.

I’m grateful for the extra dosh it’s giving me. And I’m grateful for the experience that I didn’t have before that I can now place on my CV. I just know more than ever now that I need to move on and kickstart my career. It’s time.

Current feeling
Life Experience

Not to rant but…


Not only do I earn my money by working at the high school of my teenage years, but I also have a job at the one and only National Railway Museum in York which I have during the school holidays. It’s great actually, having a second job – gives me some extra dollar and it’s a really nice place to work. Makes me quite proud of the fact that I actually work at a National museum, one that people from all over the world come to visit.

There is one thing though. One thing that I can’t really shake about it. As I stand there at the front of the queue, with the best smile I can muster (and believe me, I have a pretty sweet smile) some people seem to greet me with the intention of being nasty. The questions that I’m asked about money and the queue and why are we even waiting here if we’re not paying? If you’d let me explain, dear visitor, you would find out that you’re waiting so that you can be added to the numbers of the museum. Can’t just waltz in like you own the place, I’m afraid.

I’m not trying to say that every person that walks through is horrible because that’s just not true. There are infinite amounts of lovely people that come through the doors and have a chat with me, treating me like the human that I am. It’s just that I’ve always taken things to heart and no matter how many times people tell me not to, it still works like that, which basically means that every mean person actually really hurts my feelings. Every time I’m questioned about the running of the museum, like it’s my fault; every time I’m told it’s not good enough that there’s a massive queue – even though it’s half term…… – it spoils my day that little bit more and makes me not really want to be at work, which just isn’t nice.


I just don’t understand how you can visit somewhere that’s totally free to get in and begin your day with the mindset of anger and hatred and think it’s okay, because it’s not. I’m not bothered if you’ve had a bad morning or whatever but at 10am during half term (the busiest time of the year don’tcha know) it’s not fair to be so nasty. It’s not fair on anybody, especially not your kids.

This post started out really positively about working at the museum, but thinking about it has brought the cruelty of people to the forefront of my mind. Like, I can deal with difficult kids at school, you can tell them straight that they’re being inappropriate but with adults, it’s not exactly the same. You’ve got to bow down to them and let them treat you like a piece of poo.

Basically, I’m pretty sure any person working in a customer facing role will feel exactly the same about people and understand where I’m coming from and hopefully somebody out there reading this in a bad mood might think twice about what they say to the person behind the counter…just a thought…