Getting Used To Working Again

As I told everyone in an earlier post, after volunteering for almost two years at the White Dove Thrift Shoppe, I have been hired to work part-time as a cashier.

Before my stroke, a 25 hr work week would have been no problem, and it isn’t now, except it does take some getting used to.  cashier

I find that being “on” for those working hours, requires me to need to be “off” for at least an hour after I get home.  That means quiet time to let my brain simmer down.  I also need to rest my right leg.  As cashier, it involves standing, plus I am also walking around the store, helping out as needed.  So my right leg is being “zapped” quite a bit from my Walk-aide and needs to have a rest.

All in all, I am having a blast knowing that I am bringing in a paycheck to help with the bills.  But the best part?  This “job” is a perfect fit for me.  I am working with people who already understand my disabilities.  They understand when I may need to just “take 5”.  They understand and have been vocal to let them know what they can do to make my job easier.  Best of all:  I have a ball working with these people!  The atmosphere is social, happy, upbeat and just plain fun!

Still No Word!

Last week I applied for a couple part-time jobs, and as of today, I haven’t heard anything.  It’s so frustrating, especially since, for me, they would be a piece of cake.

But, I have a feeling I may not have done so well on the computerized tests.  These tests were timed, I found out later.  And there is no doubt I probably took too long.  Why?  Because I remember at one point having my attention sidetracked by a painting in the testing room.  It was wonderful.  The type that has an entire town and a million things going on.  This is one of those “post stroke” things that never “got me” before.  I find I will “zone out” on things at random.  And, I have a feeling that I took way too long to complete their darned test.

The other job?  Who knows.  Maybe because it’s an industry that mostly hires teenagers?  Don’t know.

But I do know that my frustration level is high.  My perimeter’s are very specific:  1) Close enough to ride my scooter to, 2) Not too late in the evening, and 3) They have to be open to the fact that I may not be able to get into work during certain bad “monsoon” weather days.