So, today was my first day back at work for about five years, feelings ranging between nervousness, excitement and guilt and becoming a working mum, even though I had no choice in matter…

Got there ten minutes before shift started to get uniform and suchlike, get handed my uniform and went to get changed, only to find that the trousers dont actually fit – GAH, because the uniform order was late I had been given the last pair of ladies trousers left in stock, in consequence the manager went hunting for a pair of trousers for me and then came back with a pair of blokes trousers, all that was left, I had no choice but to start my first shift wearing a pair of men’s trousers…

So anyhow, I got introduced to my “buddy” who would show me around and show me what to do, now on the other side of the fence so to speak you think that the staff have it easy, the amount of things that I was told made my head hurt, so many things to remember and things to do.

In amongst the various  things that I was doing this shift, I saw two of my friends from church, walk through the doors with smirks on their  faces and my first thought was “oh no thats just what I needed” as I thought one of them specially would sit and try and put me off working, but it was all ok, they both said hi and went and sat down at a table.

The staff all seem really nice and friendly and easy to work with, and everybody seemed to be trying to help as it was my first day.

Came home and it was nice to sit down and rest for a little bit, my feet actually really hurt by end of shift.