Petshop work has not been easy. am stationed at harbourfront Petzstuff. the new branch of the one just outside NUS along the cheese-prata shop.
Firstly it is the hours of standing that needs some serious getting-used-to. And sales talk can be quite a pain initially. Especially when i am prone to incoherent ramblings by nature and without a strong foundation of back-up knowledge on the products. But so far so good, i am enjoying a respectable sales record. The basic pay is pathetic and thus the commission is my only hope.
Guess im over-pressurizing myself about not knowing the stuff well enough. With all the scientific names in the product ingredients and the various remedies for the customers' vague descriptions of symptoms, i wish i had studied biology or the like.
it's almost like a veterinary stint. This petshop strongly believes in enhancing the animals' lives by decoding and making clear the pets' needs to the owners, whether or not they take in the info and advice in the end. trying my best to read up and really hoping i do not kill some pet somewhere. But i have to be thankful that the products are often re-clarified over at the counter where the boss is. phew.
How much some customers spend on their pets make me feel sorely inadequate as a pet-owner myself. Maybe they are failing in the area of spending time with their critters and thus making it up in the material sense. haha, pardon my self-consolation. But with my newly acquired knowledge, i am taking baby steps to be a better nutritionist for the menagerie at home.
the past 3 weeks was spent like this: waking in time for work, coming back for teevee and rest those legs, then sleeping to start all over again. Seriously need some time to myself. Thus here i am cutting down on sleep to relive my days at slackers' paradise.
Wish me luck at work today.
