Not A Beautiful Piece Of Art, But I Am Still Excited And Proud That I Got My Bedroom Inspiration Out

A friend made this for me a couple years ago and I'm sentimental and I love the goofy little encouragement this doodle gives. 🥹🥰

Every time I take it out, it makes me smile!

This took like 16 hours. Ridiculous how long it takes to draw and color something in.

Arkansas was beautiful ❤️

NEW and IMPROVED, with transparent background! ;)

Left - an image I drew a few months ago in ibispaintx of a beautiful cyborg soldier woman in a cryogenic chamber

Right - an image I've been working on more recently of this same soldier character

My husband bought these fancy water based brush markers and I honestly have no clue what I'm doing. You're supposed to be able to blend them?? I printed out a lineart I've come to a stalemate on and then I colored it in and now I hate all the colors. 😅 I'm just trying to decide how I want her hair to look on the right. I want to make her armor and mechanical parts more damaged, rusted, dingy and dirty too.

I'm pretty pleased with the eyes though.

I had this mental image of my pet, Anna124, having this, like, completely lovestruck moment, probably targeted toward Aeroeuf, my super buff mutant Grundo. 💚

❤️🤍💙 please color my bombpop

What I Wish I Knew When Walking Into Retail as an Adolescent

I started working at age 18 and had a lot of difficulty with social cues. If I could teach you anything, it would be that being in public is going to be awkward and that is okay. 

My first job was at a grocery store. I was so nervous entering my first shift that I remember my whole body shook with anxiety. 

It felt like the entire town was in my line for the sole purpose of watching and judging me. My very first customer was this petite old lady wearing a red bandana in her hair. 

Her words seemed to instantly soothe me, "Don't be so nervous; you are doing great!" I swear she could read my brain, and while this did not completely dissipate all fears, it was what I needed to hear at that moment.

Just as finding a comforting anchor is important, so too is the ability to have fun through social interactions. You will have so much more fun at your job if you can find ways to be friendly with potential customers.

Acting as a patron, I have had several grocery store checkout encounters that followed the tune of,

"Hi, how are you?"

"Oh I'm fine, and you?"

"Living the dream."

I cannot stress how boring and nuanced this exchange is. 

To step up your retail game, I would highly recommend trying one of two things; either learning to recognize returning customers or learning more about the products of your store.

One of the best moments I've had in retail was when I recognized a customer having to come back in again that same day for something they forgot to grab for a holiday dinner and was able to immediately point them to the right aisle. When you greet each person that enters the store, you have a great chance of improving someone's mood. It's amazing how a simple acknowledgment can make a customer feel more comfortable in your store.

Equally important is being able to talk about a true admiration for a product or manufacturer. You would be surprised how a couple of deep debates about which M&M's trial flavor Mars should choose to make a permanent product can make 8 hours fly by in a wink.

Having a genuine love of a product can foster enthusiasm not just for your customers, but for you as well. 

On the other hand, I have to advise you of one terrible social faux pas I once made. 

I once picked up a tall cylindrical container on a lone night shift and inquired to the customer, "I have not tried this sauce. Is it any good?"

It wasn't until I flipped the bottle over and read ‘Personal Lubricant’ on its label that I understood what I was scanning. My customer did not answer and I never saw her again, understandably.

Finally, this last point is the heaviest and details a specific example of sexual harassment. If this is a sensitive topic for you, I would love to encourage you to jump to the last paragraph.

I continuously struggle with recognizing the difference between flirting and being sexually harassed. The only guidance I can give you is to ask yourself if you are feeling comfortable in a similar situation. If you are not, try to find your voice and speak up. If the other party can't back down after you request they stop, this is textbook harassment (of any form.)

Without further ado, here is my experience. When I moved from my first job as a cashier, I became a sales associate at a tech store. 

I once dealt with a man who drives semi-trucks for a living. Anyone reading this who has been in retail or food service may know exactly where this is going already.

I can still recall his slicked-back greasy hair, backwards ball cap and terrible breath. The week leading up to this moment, I had decided to cut and brightly dye my hair. Immediately, my hairstyle seemed to attract sordid attention.

For over an hour, I remember explaining a product, setting it up and troubleshooting any issues that may come up. In between words, this driver made multiple crude remarks about his wild imagination involving me, him and my purple pixie cut. A friend that he had brought along with only encouraged him by laughing at each comment made. These varied from asking me on nasty dates to probing for my cell number.

I felt trapped by the long product setup and sales process as he made passes toward me. He thought that my eccentric hair meant that I was 'easy.' When I pointedly told him I had a boyfriend, he retorted with, "I know you would love to take a ride on my hairy bush." 

I felt so sick about this last comment and was grateful when the sale was finished. I had tried so hard to handle a 'tricky customer' and deescalate the situation. It was only after he and his friend left the store that a coworker came over and told me how she wanted to scream at him to get out and couldn't believe how he was treating me. We then told our boss about the situation.

That same day, the truck driver came back in for product help. I was working in the back of the store when my boss came and told me, "Hey, your boyfriend came back. He's waiting for you." I could have strangled him.

Years later, I still have so much anger over this situation. I am disappointed in myself for not having self-respect or even recognizing the vulgarity of that particular sale. I held a longstanding grudge against my employer for treating me like fodder. And I held a strong hatred for this truck driver (and I'm sure this translated to an extreme hesitance when interacting with all semi-truck drivers in the future.)

In the final analysis of these events, I would like to reassure you that even though the public school system can't socially prepare you, you won't drown if you can remember to find peace, make genuine connections, and respect yourself.

Please let me know if this was helpful and if you would like me to write about more of my retail experiences!

I took all of these photos, feel free to use the images, if you like! Some of them look sooooo yummy!

Sweets~