Working, and not working

My unbelievably-short stint at a local supermarket chain has just ended, and I'm breathing a huge sigh of relief. Relief? Yes, I'm relieved, even though I just fried my boss, lost my job and is currently without income to speak of. Trust me, this job is not for ordinary you and me.

It's a highly dangerous job, with hawk-eyed supervisors to dodge, bossy veterans to avoid and, last but not least, the occasional critical customer.

The working hours are simply unearthly. Who in the world stays glued to their counter, put on a 24-7 strained smile and holds their bladder until it's lunchtime? I can't, so I'm simply not staying.

The schedule boards amazed me the most, simply because of its element of surprise. Every day, you get your turn to pace up to the schedule board, run your finger down the list and DAMN- I've got the full shift from morning to midnight. The next moment, all the four and five lettered words emerges from my mouth. I'd rather work in the cemetery. At least midnight shift starts at midnight and ends at daybreak.

The customers- oh, those pesky, troublesome, irritable, impatient hairballs. They're the biggest contribution to my signature on the dotted line. Firstly, as a customer patronizing a supermart, you HAVE to HAVE the BASIC COMMON SENSE to know that the people packing your grocery into bags, smiling at you and asking for payment are NOT machines. They don't work at the rate which Superman does, but at least we're helping you to check out your stuff. So don't act like a 3-year-old toddler and start to moan while waiting for the line. Since you're complaining, you must be either 1. much faster and more accurate than the lousy machines and our brains or 2. you simply have to pee. So why don't you come over to us, pat us on the shoulder and take over the job? YOU bag the groceries, YOU charge yourselves and YOU smile to yourselves and say 'Thank you very much please come again'!

On the other hand, I'm just going to put a portion of the blame on myself for 1. choosing this job and 2. not being resilient enough. I just need a break. Or two. Make it three.