Well, if you want to be a grammar-Nazi about it, technically it should be "15 Items or Fewer," but any ding dong at the grocery store doesn't pay attention to stuff like that. Crap, any ding dong at the grocery store doesn't pay much attention to anything, really. But more about that later as this blog progresses.
A brief intro: I'm a grocery store cashier at a grocery store in Northwestern Indiana. I'm a female, I'm in my late twenties....and quite frankly, I dislike my job.
"Then why don't you get a new job?!" you ask? I'm working on that! I don't know about you, but it's hard to find employment anywhere! The only reason I'm still at this job is because it's a somewhat decent and steady paycheck. Believe me, I wish I could just up and quit, but I can't afford to do that.
"Sooo, why do you hate your job so much?" That's the point of this blog. There's a lot about this job that gets on my nerves. This is the sort of stuff my coworkers and I discuss in private: jerky customers, stupid policies, dealing with other workers, and other random stuff we have to put up with on a daily basis.
But you know, so this blog isn't 100% me complaining about my job, I will occasionally post when something good happens. Like a chance encounter with a nice customer, or when I get acknowledged for something good.
For privacy's sake (mine and the company that I work for....and to cover my ass in case someone from work stumbles onto this blog...), names will be changed to protect the innocent (and not-so-innocent).
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