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I swear I haven't rolled off into a ditch and died or something. Though I sorta wish I had with it being 5:30 in the morning when I dragged my ass outta bed. I have forgotten what it's like to really be employed. And by "really be employed" I mean listing full availability. I am working a 7am to 11am shift today. And I admit, that isn't very long at all. But fuck if I'm a morning person.
I'm finally settling into that notorious customer service sort of rhythm. I've had my mandatory bout of crying and am back to comfortably despising most people who come to my register. I can now accept that one of my many managers seems to enjoy putting me through technicalities that none of the others do. And I can do it all in the name of that thing which is said to be the root of all evil: money. To quote the furby that Kitty heard while working in a toy store, "I like money."
People have not heard from me by phone for a few weeks. At first this was because of training. . . which is mindnumbing. Now it's because when I finish my shift dealing with hundreds of human beings, I just don't want to see another person. The place saps your will to live, I swear. And I wasn't the one to say it first but rather another register that had been there longer. Then again. . . being a cashier in general will do that Oo;;
I think I'd trade my job for Phil's. The stories are more amusing to me.
My poor DA account ;.;
I'm finally settling into that notorious customer service sort of rhythm. I've had my mandatory bout of crying and am back to comfortably despising most people who come to my register. I can now accept that one of my many managers seems to enjoy putting me through technicalities that none of the others do. And I can do it all in the name of that thing which is said to be the root of all evil: money. To quote the furby that Kitty heard while working in a toy store, "I like money."
People have not heard from me by phone for a few weeks. At first this was because of training. . . which is mindnumbing. Now it's because when I finish my shift dealing with hundreds of human beings, I just don't want to see another person. The place saps your will to live, I swear. And I wasn't the one to say it first but rather another register that had been there longer. Then again. . . being a cashier in general will do that Oo;;
I think I'd trade my job for Phil's. The stories are more amusing to me.
My poor DA account ;.;