They Knew I Was Coming

I’m on my lunch at work. Look at all of these cookies and cupcakes. How much do I want to dive into all of this? But I won’t. I brought my protein shake, and my water enhancer, and that’s all I intend to have.

I have two hours left after this. I haven’t done anything but ring all day. They’re training me on the cash register. I hope it’s just for training. I hope I don’t end up stuck behind a register for 4 1/2 hours a day for the entire time I’m here. I don’t know if my body can take that much standing in one place.

Oh, no. Merry Christmas Darling is on the intercom. I wasn’t prepared for this. There’s a kid in the break room with me. I hadn’t heard it at all yet, this year. This song always makes me cry, now.

Alright, it’s over. I did okay because I was typing the whole time.

Ten minutes. I just sat down!

Only two more hours, though. I can do two more hours. I think.

I wish they’d let me leave when the lines died down, and do something on the floor, but whatever. It would also frustrate me to have to keep going back to the front every time it got backed up, so at least this way, I’m not working on any projects that are destined to remain unfinished because of all the shoppers. I guess.

Okay, I have to go.