smash it up
There's something about working at a register...You begin to ignore the value of money. Well, maybe you don't ignore it. I mean, I am fully aware that I'm standing in front of a drawer that contains a relatively large amount of cash. That notion just doesn't stick, at least not when I'm at work. People give me money, I put it in the drawer, I give them change. I'm just exchanging rectangular pieces of paper for other rectangular pieces of paper, and the occasional circular piece of metal.
Another thing about my job: Over the past few weeks, I have served so many people who have also served me. For instance, a few months ago I went to Best Buy in search of "The Adventures of Pete and Pete: Season One". I was assisted by, strangely enough, a weird red-headed guy. He couldn't find it. I went back another time and they had it. I was helped by the same guy. After that, I swear I went there like every fucking week in search of the second season of the series. No luck. A while later, I returned to Best Buy and the weird red-headed man chased me down and told me that he found the show and hid it for me but I never came back. He went to the storage room and returned with my second season. I was quite pleased with that. Now...two weeks ago, this guy was one of my customers. I held his credit card and everything. No, that is not a sexual innuendo. I am not a whore. Anyway, he pretended that he didn't know me, but I know he did.
Some of my other customers have been the tall guy with the uni-brow from Hollywood Video, a kid who sold me guitar strings, and a fireman from the firehouse next door to where I live. I didn't want to sell anything to that tool; he drops cigarette butts on my lawn, hosts extremely boisterous beer parties until the crack of fucking dawn so I can't sleep, and I swear to god that he kicked my cat once. Fucker.
Another thing about my job: Over the past few weeks, I have served so many people who have also served me. For instance, a few months ago I went to Best Buy in search of "The Adventures of Pete and Pete: Season One". I was assisted by, strangely enough, a weird red-headed guy. He couldn't find it. I went back another time and they had it. I was helped by the same guy. After that, I swear I went there like every fucking week in search of the second season of the series. No luck. A while later, I returned to Best Buy and the weird red-headed man chased me down and told me that he found the show and hid it for me but I never came back. He went to the storage room and returned with my second season. I was quite pleased with that. Now...two weeks ago, this guy was one of my customers. I held his credit card and everything. No, that is not a sexual innuendo. I am not a whore. Anyway, he pretended that he didn't know me, but I know he did.
Some of my other customers have been the tall guy with the uni-brow from Hollywood Video, a kid who sold me guitar strings, and a fireman from the firehouse next door to where I live. I didn't want to sell anything to that tool; he drops cigarette butts on my lawn, hosts extremely boisterous beer parties until the crack of fucking dawn so I can't sleep, and I swear to god that he kicked my cat once. Fucker.