Bravery
Describe one time when you were brave.
That's the statement, but most of the time I don't feel brave. The worst is when I have a customer or actually customers in line with alcohol. Walmart policy (and I agree with the policy) is that you ask everyone in the group (if they look under 40) for their ID, not counting kids in the group. Most of the time, a customer will be like "Why? He or she is not paying for the alcohol." And then I have to tell them it's Walmart policy. What makes it worse is that sometimes the other party does not have their ID, so we either have to wait for them to get their ID from the car, or turn down the sale of alcohol, which always makes them angry. Besides having to answer the phone at register 15, turning down sales is the hardest thing to do at Walmart. I hate it, with a passion.
I guess there are little moments of triumph, like getting a girl's number or being at the end of a ten minute talk to give in sacrament meeting and experiencing the relief of having accomplished something. There are other things that should require bravery but don't for me like being able to play the piano without nerves. Going to a new Singles Ward requires bravery on my part. I really dislike that the people who I meet now are leaving to go to college in less than four weeks, including my sister Sarah. They are going to be sorely missed. This also makes it hard to make new friends because most of them are on their way out of here soon. I'm looking forward to seeing who is staying and making friends with them. I was definitely comfortable in my old college ward. I knew the people and most of the people knew me. Anyways, I haven't had too hard a time making friends, but I want to be to the point where I can know most everyone. Is that too much to ask?
I've actually have had other brave moments at work. I usually work on Sundays. But I have it in my schedule, that I work directly after church. So I have no time to change. In which case, I wear a short-sleeved white dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned and I take off the tie, and I dress like that to work on Sunday. Well, I've had many opportunities to talk about the LDS religion, mostly with the coworkers of my age. Fortunately, it isn't too hard to strike up a conversation about family, or missions, or even my diagnosis as bipolar. I'm doing my best to be a good missionary. And things are seeming to pay off because one of my coworker friends is coming to church with me on Sunday. Yay!
So bravery. Do I have it? I'd like to think so. However, I'm sure that there will be many new, exciting, and partly terrifying things coming my way.
That's the statement, but most of the time I don't feel brave. The worst is when I have a customer or actually customers in line with alcohol. Walmart policy (and I agree with the policy) is that you ask everyone in the group (if they look under 40) for their ID, not counting kids in the group. Most of the time, a customer will be like "Why? He or she is not paying for the alcohol." And then I have to tell them it's Walmart policy. What makes it worse is that sometimes the other party does not have their ID, so we either have to wait for them to get their ID from the car, or turn down the sale of alcohol, which always makes them angry. Besides having to answer the phone at register 15, turning down sales is the hardest thing to do at Walmart. I hate it, with a passion.
I guess there are little moments of triumph, like getting a girl's number or being at the end of a ten minute talk to give in sacrament meeting and experiencing the relief of having accomplished something. There are other things that should require bravery but don't for me like being able to play the piano without nerves. Going to a new Singles Ward requires bravery on my part. I really dislike that the people who I meet now are leaving to go to college in less than four weeks, including my sister Sarah. They are going to be sorely missed. This also makes it hard to make new friends because most of them are on their way out of here soon. I'm looking forward to seeing who is staying and making friends with them. I was definitely comfortable in my old college ward. I knew the people and most of the people knew me. Anyways, I haven't had too hard a time making friends, but I want to be to the point where I can know most everyone. Is that too much to ask?
I've actually have had other brave moments at work. I usually work on Sundays. But I have it in my schedule, that I work directly after church. So I have no time to change. In which case, I wear a short-sleeved white dress shirt with the top button unbuttoned and I take off the tie, and I dress like that to work on Sunday. Well, I've had many opportunities to talk about the LDS religion, mostly with the coworkers of my age. Fortunately, it isn't too hard to strike up a conversation about family, or missions, or even my diagnosis as bipolar. I'm doing my best to be a good missionary. And things are seeming to pay off because one of my coworker friends is coming to church with me on Sunday. Yay!
So bravery. Do I have it? I'd like to think so. However, I'm sure that there will be many new, exciting, and partly terrifying things coming my way.
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