Over the past two months I have acquired a job as a cashier at … hmm … for employee and employer security reasons … let’s name my work place “Center of Crap”. While only working for a short amount of time, I have gained plenty of new knowledge about my future; I will be a strict mother, college will be long, and that when I’m old I will always have lipstick on my teeth.
To evaluate on what I meant previously by I will be a strict mother is that when my customers come in with their crying, whining, complaining children, I come up with at least eight different ways on how I would shut them up. I understand that parents do live with these children and just choose to block them out, due to multiple tantrums that have already been thrown, but honestly, people, shut your offspring up! Or here’s another idea… don’t bring them into a store! I have always had a firm hand since I was little, but lately it has just been increasing with my new job. I now know not to manipulate my children too much, unless of course it is the end of everything else.
Moving on to college, oh boy have I learned a lot. Almost every college student that I have interacted with as a cashier, smells like ramen noodles , last night’s alcohol, and some cheap perfume/cologne that their high school sweetheart bought them. It’s quite entertaining though when these impatient and hungover college students are in my line with 90 year olds in front of them who are digging through their Versace purses finding their store credit card. Looking at their faces of defeat, I ask them how they are and if they found everything all right, making eye contact with me, I begin to hear about b*tchy professors, and how they drank way too much last night and how they still have to go home and study for an Ethics final and a Psychology quiz. Over the weeks, I have accumulated that college will be a mix of the never disappearing smell of alcohol, depressed professors, and roommates who have too much sex.
I have yet to see an older customer who does not have lipstick on her teeth. I feel bad for not mentioning anything to them, but its hard to get a word in when they’re telling me about how much I look like one of their great-granddaughters or their next door neighbor. Not only can’t I go through my companies policy of telling them about all the rewards they can win, or cards they can sign up for, but they happily engage other customers around them into story time! The lipstick on their teeth makes me wonder just how many customers with lipstick on their teeth have dentures?
Clearly I am entertained and enlightened at work, and I am grateful for my job, my wonderful coworkers and nice bosses, but sometimes I just want to quit! But then I remember how much money I need (and want)!