A new found respect for gas station workers
Today was a great day people. It was a great day because I finally got a fucking job. Yes I am now a member of an elite team of cashier jockeys sent to destroy the universe. Maybe I exaggerated a bit there, but the point is that I CAN PAY THE BILLS NOW!!! Which is a very very positive thing. It may be a petty, small job, but damn it, it's a job.
The great thing about working a cash register, is that it is not nearly as difficult and boring as working in a factory. The only bad part is dealing with the drunken customers. Yeah, thats right, it was my first day on the job and this guy comes in at like 11:00 AM. First he starts heading to the beer cooler mumbling some strange gibberish about a overly large watermelon, but then he turns around and points his finger at me and says "You guys still sell those really oily hot dogs?" I was stunned. I had no idea what he was talking about. I replied with a nice little "I don't believe so sir." He bought a half gallon of whiskey and was on his way. This job is great! I thought to myself. My duties include the following:
- Mopping (mornings and at close only)
- Running the cash register
- Stocking shelves
- Cleaning bathrooms....Ugghh
And really, that is about it. I gotta work from 6:00 PM until we close tomorrow night. Should be fun!