The girls and I went inside to pick up the gazillion and one photos I sent from home to be printed at the one-hour photo center there.
The photo-center employee was chatting on the phone, and I could hear enough of the conversation to know that it was a personal conversation. She chatted for a few minutes before she told the person on the other end of the call that she had to wait on me.
I felt my anxiety rising. DOESN'T SHE REALIZE I AM STANDING HERE WITH A 10 YEAR OLD W/ AUTISM WHO COULD "BLOW" AT ANY MINUTE??? WAITING IS CHALLENGING FOR HER! HANG UP THE PHONE AND GIVE ME MY PHOTOS, NOW!
That's what I felt on the inside. I tried to remain cool, calm and collected on the outside.
Took her a few minutes to find all of my photos (I hadn't printed photos in approximately a year -- I had a *bunch*.)
I wanted to pay using my warehouse club rebate check -- and she didn't have enough cash in her register to do that. It's not that I had a big check. The photo-center customers apparently use plastic, which means the photo-center cash register has very little change inside.
My daughters, yes, including the one on the autism spectrum, were fine, hanging with me, as the photo-center employee sent sent me to customer service.
Customer service sent me to a station beside the checkout lines. There was no line, but again, there was an employee on the phone, ignoring me.
I felt my anxiety rising. DOESN'T SHE REALIZE I AM STANDING HERE WITH A 10 YEAR OLD W/ AUTISM WHO COULD "BLOW" AT ANY MINUTE??? WAITING IS CHALLENGING FOR HER! HANG UP THE PHONE AND CASH MY CHECK, NOW!!!!!!
FINALLY, she asked how she could help me. I tried to remain calm on the outside -- but inside, I was anxious.
She cashed my little rebate check. The girls and I headed to the car. No problem.
I wondered -- WHAT, exactly, was I worried about?
I had a flashback in the warehouse club to a time when my daughter had difficulty understanding the wait.
Whew. Glad it was just a flashback!
Thanks, RDI(r) and Communicating Partners -- to our RDI(r) Program Certified Consultant, to Dr Gutstein, to Dr James D MacDonald, for teaching me and helping me use myself differently, so that my daughter can grow and learn. (Now I must learn to ignore the flashbacks when I have them.)