Day One hundred - Lights & music

And whilst I was taking care of myself, trying to get to a better place in body and in mind, work was going well. I got that transfer to the music department, and I got along with my new team even better than I could have ever hoped. I made friends with a bunch of the guys - and girl, our team only had the one girl - and me and the new boss - David - got along really well. I was shown the ropes, which to be honest, weren't very hard to learn. I basicallly had to make sure that the shelves were stocked, and whenever new stuff came in - which was pretty much all the time, what with being new releases very regularly - we'd have to make sire that we had plenty of it in store, and we had to also find place for whatever was left back at the storeroom. We'd also have to make sure that whatever promo materials came with the biggest releases were properly set up, and that included showcasing the big releases as well as an in-store selection on the dedicated listening stations. Different times, those... and because we sold far too many things and we could only showcase a limited selection, we'd all have to man a central listening station, with a  number of CD players at the ready so any customer could take a listen to whatever they wanted, up to three records at a time. If they wanted to buy it, we'd seal it up, put a new price sticker in it, and off they went. If on the other hand they didn't want to buy it, we'd toss into a large plastic container, after which everything would be sorted into every different section we had - pop, jazz, metal, world, classical, whatever. We also had to manually price every single new item that arrived, and on top of that, some of the new arrivals also had to have special stickers denoting that they were part of some ongoing promotion. Lastly, we had to deal with the customers themselves, which wasn't terribly hard - they'd just ask if had this or that record, we'd check on our databases whether we did or not, and sometimes, if we only had maybe one or two in stock, it would be like finding a needle in haystack. It could be an item that was stolen and as such was never written off, or it could be an item that was on hold for another customer. And not always, but sometimes, we'd have a customer that threw a hissy fit if we couldn't find whatever they were looking for - and really, we just left them to it, if they made a bigger fuss, then security would only be too happy to escort them out.

And happiness was a key factor here : I was really happy at work, something I'd never felt before. I used to come in way earlier and leave later than usual because I truly enjoyed being there. But soon I'd have to face what was coming.