Yesterday was one of those days where I had a number of tiny little wins in my life. I work for a large retailer, and even though I was hired to do something completely different, I now work in the warehouse. Now if you know me, you'll know that I am not someone who you would think would enjoy a very physical, dirty job like working in a warehouse... and yet I really do!!
So my first little win yesterday involved a piece of equipment called a Wave Stacker (I think). It's this crazy thing that you can ride on and move heavy boxes and things around and it also lifts you so that you could put things up on high shelves. Now, although I am not afraid of heights, I do have a paralyzing fear of falling to my death! I do find being up that high (it would be about 15 feet up), the Wave moves slightly which just scares the beejeebers out of me! But yesterday, I had to use it twice, once to get really high up with some boxes and things and the other time to go not so high but I had to get down and insanely big and awkward box. Both times, I went up, did what i had to do and got down without have a meltdown or even a mild panic. I wasn't completely comfortable, but I could get it done!! I was pretty proud of myself!!
Another part of my job involves driving a big 3 ton box truck (that's what I call it for lack of its actual description). You don't need a special license or anything, it's not a semi truck. Although there are many people that work in the backroom or warehouse, there are only three people who can drive the truck, and I'm one of them!! Which I'm proud of all on it's own because I'm the only female driver (and I get the funniest looks from people driving past, or other truck drivers from other companies)! But the reason I had a small victory yesterday is I've only been driving solo for a week, and only had one and a half lessons really, and yesterday was the first day where I felt completely comfortable driving it, and loading and unloading the truck.
I know it doesn't seem like much, but sometimes the small victories are the most satisfying for me. I get a little burst of pride and I actually think I get more excited when something small happens (like when I reversed the truck and parked it perfectly the first time I drove it - my trainer must of thought I was a nut job, but I was proud of myself!) but the small victories make the larger ones that much easier!!