In Which I Gain Experience Ringing the Register
Today, I rang register. I rang register for exactly 7 hours and 15 minutes. I was at work from between 9:45 am to 5:00 pm. Would you like to know why I worked those particular hours? I worked those hours because that was exactly as long as Borders could keep me in the store without being legally required to give me a lunch hour instead of a mere half-hour break. I suppose that most people in the corporate world are used to this whole 39 hrs/week, 7.5 hour day BS, but I am not, and so I am going to complain. Another thing I am going to complain about is that my job is BORING. Ringing the register is BORING. Even when I make mistakes, and totally f everything up in a grand, register-destroying fiasco, the job remains BORING. The people are nice, it's cool to see what books folks are reading, but somewhere between Hour Four of ringing the register and and Hour Five of ringing the register, I began to become very concerned with death, more specifically, the Hour of My Death, and, most specifically, the way in which each hour ringing register was bringing me one hour closer to the moment at which I will see my entire life flash before my eyes. I will smile at some memories, regret others, and, good god, what will my dying self have to say about the hours I spent in the year 2005 making 56 dollars a day ringing register? "Did you think life was infinite?" my dying self will whisper, in a weak and raspy voice. "Did you think that, in the grand scheme of things, a couple of months underemployed at the minimum wage wasn't important? Do you know what I would give to have just one day of my twenties back? You squandered your youth, and now I'm paying the price."
So, yes, today I squandered one more precious day of my rapidly vanishing youth. The manager was very complimentary about my register-ringing abilities, but she was complimentary in such a way that I felt more like a special-needs student who had managed not to pee her pants that day than someone who was particularly excellent at ringing the register. I am kind of hoping I get fired.
I came home afterwards, and then I rented two movies. It is rainy and gross out. I watched about twenty minutes of Team America:World Police, and then I shut it off because it was boring. That was disappointing, because I have been looking forward to that movie for at least a year. Then I watched some Law and Order, and got bored of THAT, which is a little scary, because without Law and Order, I truly have nothing to look forward to. Tomorrow I am ringing the register again, from 10:45 to 6:00 (notice a pattern here?!) unless I am at the cafe, which would be a fate worse than death.
So, yes, today I squandered one more precious day of my rapidly vanishing youth. The manager was very complimentary about my register-ringing abilities, but she was complimentary in such a way that I felt more like a special-needs student who had managed not to pee her pants that day than someone who was particularly excellent at ringing the register. I am kind of hoping I get fired.
I came home afterwards, and then I rented two movies. It is rainy and gross out. I watched about twenty minutes of Team America:World Police, and then I shut it off because it was boring. That was disappointing, because I have been looking forward to that movie for at least a year. Then I watched some Law and Order, and got bored of THAT, which is a little scary, because without Law and Order, I truly have nothing to look forward to. Tomorrow I am ringing the register again, from 10:45 to 6:00 (notice a pattern here?!) unless I am at the cafe, which would be a fate worse than death.