I (late 20ies, then mid 20ies), after a failed degree and multiple stints in a local psych ward, just did the most boomer thing possible, walked into a shop at the local mall and asked.
I only wanted to work 10 hours a week at first, but the manager misunderstood and submitted me for 20, I was too nervous to correct her.
The trial day apparently went well, they sent me home after 2 hours instead of 6 because they were sure they wanted me. Didn't tell me that tho, so when she sent me home after 2 hours, I cried the 4 remaining hours feeling worthless.
The next day they called. I accepted, I worked really hard. 3 months later the temporary manager was moved somewhere else and for some reason they made me manager. That was two years ago.
Some days I love it. Some days I hate it. But I never expected it to work out like that. I know I can't do this forever, but it's good for now.
I (late 20ies, then mid 20ies), after a failed degree and multiple stints in a local psych ward, just did the most boomer thing possible, walked into a shop at the local mall and asked.
I only wanted to work 10 hours a week at first, but the manager misunderstood and submitted me for 20, I was too nervous to correct her.
The trial day apparently went well, they sent me home after 2 hours instead of 6 because they were sure they wanted me. Didn't tell me that tho, so when she sent me home after 2 hours, I cried the 4 remaining hours feeling worthless.
The next day they called. I accepted, I worked really hard. 3 months later the temporary manager was moved somewhere else and for some reason they made me manager. That was two years ago.
Some days I love it. Some days I hate it. But I never expected it to work out like that. I know I can't do this forever, but it's good for now.