In the past few years, I’ve gone from preacher to teacher to deli worker. I know it shouldn’t matter but I was embarrassed by how different I look in the mirror these days.
I went from this:
Do I think I’m better than the people with whom I work now? No, I do not. And after I spent several exhausting hours my first evening at this new job, I was humbled because this deli gig is overwhelming. My new workmates showed a great deal of patience as they trained me.
I was also fascinated with them. The shift supervisor is former military. Another fellow had been a food service professional for many years. Yet another had been a personal chef for one of the uber-rich families of Florida. And another is a music teacher at one of the elementary schools. He does this work for extra income. Oh, and he also performs in a band. Finally, there is the woman who is raising her grandchildren while working fulltime.
They’re smart and old enough to have wounds that make them interesting, and I enjoyed exchanging life stories with them.
They make the uniform look good. I went from being embarrassed to hoping I’ll be worthy of it.