Just another checkout operator

Me in my head: wow what a brat

Manager: do you wanna work tomorrow?

Manager: it’s a public holiday

Manager: you’ll get time and a half

Me: 

Me: do you want the eggs in a bag or separate?

Customer: yes

Me:

Me: why

Man, in front of wife: oh I didn’t see the full size rubbish bags the first time, I must’ve had a girls look!

I just wanna thank y’all for being here, without you this blog would just be me hurling salty text posts into the void of the internet.

Working in retail / customer service is good life experience and by ‘experience’ I mean ‘losing bits of your soul’ but in return, think of all the shit we have managed to deal with. Plus the occasional lovely customers. Plus some other positive shit I’m too tired to think of rn.

Me in my head: lady? huh? what lady? where? whom? 

But then I’m just

- no extravagant makeup

- no bling

- tidy uniform

- be hygienic

- don’t think about death on the job because the customers will be infected with your negativity, you will repel them and they will never come back and the world will implode and there will be darkness forever more, that’s what happens when you do bad business