I think I'm a little too busy to have a blog..but I LOVE what I do! I work for Fanzz retail with the Salt Lake Bees, Utah Blaze, and Utah Jazz. There's something about helping customers find what they need, especially the little kids. They are always so excited just to be at a baseball game. they've got their little league jerseys on, their baseball cap, and their cotton candy stuck to their face. So many times have the kids come in and wanted to buy a small baseball. They see the price for it, $4.99, they suddenly beam! They come up to the counter with their five dollar bill and little ball. The price comes up, five dollars, thirty-three cents.
Almost immediately, the bottom lip droops, and their entire body shrinks. Just recently I've started saving my change just for those moments when I can help make up for those that come up short. But it's amazing how many people in line will step up and offer their dollars.
This week of work has been the greatest ever in my 14 months with Fanzz.
Monday night, the Bees game finished early. My coworkers and I were preparing for the 14,000 elementary kids that were coming to the game the following morning. We went downstairs to the warehouse to get supplies, we made a total of four trips. Each time we left the store it had to be locked, so after the first trip, one of my coworkers unlocked the door, took ten steps into the store, unloaded the boxes, reached for the keys in his pocket, and couldn't find them.
WHAT? How in the world could he lose a key ring with six keys on it? We searched for almost 15 minutes trying to find them.
Solution: "leave Rachelle in the store by her lonely while we get the rest of the supplies". Cool. That's exactly what I was thinking.. not.
So, as I stood in the empty store, in the dark, empty, stadium, I continued looking for the missing keys. After all, no keys=unlocked store=stolen merchandise=lost job.
We had to be there the next morning by 7:45 am anyway, and it was already 10:30 pm.. Why not just spend the night? I have everything I need; a Bees toothbrush, a Bees pillow, a Rockies binky, an Angels throw over, and a complete Salt Lake Bees wardrobe.
While these thoughts were going through my head, the men returned with more supplies. They finished unloading and were on their way down for the third load when one of them said to me mockingly, "Rachelle, say a prayer for us! Hahahaha..". No I'm not the only Latter-Day Saint there, but I'm the only one that proudly represents it. After they left, I did in fact say a prayer, a small humble prayer. I'd show them the power of the Spirit ;)
As time passed and the men were going back for the last load of supplies, I told them, "I did say a prayer, but I'm still looking for the keys." They seemed discouraged and one of them messaged our manager, preparing him for the worst.
I started to get a little discouraged as well, as I searched and searched unsuccessfully, trying to figure out how a large set of keys disappeared after only traveling a few steps. I knew we had the keys to unlock the door after the first unloading, so how could they have gone far. Our store isn't very big in the first place. When you walk in the door, the entrance fits about ten adults. then you walk to left and around the corner to the counter and registers. The men returned with the last load and I still hadn't found the keys. The others decided to trace their steps back down to the warehouse while I did one last sweep of the place. They left and I started picking apart my brain, thinking of where the keys could be. Something led me around the corner, back behind the counters. I looked around and under the registers, in the drawers, in the cupboards, and then came to the garage can. I lifted it up to look under it.. and heard a jingle. I looked down inside the can and a shiny flash caught my eye. I found the keys. I FOUND the KEYS!
Thankful that my prayer had been answered, I offered another. Then came the satisfaction of calling the boys to tell them. They quickly came upstairs, and nothing beats getting to watch their eyeballs get bigger, their faces grow red, and their smiles beam. All I said was, "I told you I prayed", with a smile. One of them, the assistant manager, gave me a giant hug, laughed, and said, "Man I owe you dinner, anything you want." I didn't even care about the dinner. We locked up the store and made our way out, just after 11 pm. Of course the boys claimed me finding the keys in the garage can was a conspiracy, whatever. When I got home that night, I made sure to say my evening prayer, my thankful prayer. You know what they say,
"Prayer is the key of the day, and the lock of the night."
Finding those keys reminded me of the blessings that come from prayer; it truly does unlock the blessings of heaven. I'll never forget that.
Much love, xoxox
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