So, I have a job. Yes, after almost nineteen years of unemployment due mostly to the fact that I am, after all, a mere eighteen years old; I, Gemma Claire McGee am finally in the World of Work.
And it sucks.
But I do enjoy it.
It sucks because I stand behind a till for up to three hours at a time (and then I enjoy a wonderful fifteen minute break during which I just about have enough time to walk downstairs, wash my hands after handling all that money, read the paper for five minutes - no, I never have time to finish an article - and then pop to the bathroom for five minutes or less, depending on what I think of my hair when I catch a fleeting glimpse of it in the mirror) in two-and-a-half inch heels - stupid trousers, but that's a story for another time folks - saying exactly the same thing to each customer. When I get home after an amazing "jog" to the bus, still in my two-and-a-half inch heels, I am too exhausted to comtemplate doing anything that evening. I do though; I enjoy going out but only if I'm in bed by 10pm. And it's 9.27 now. It sucks because I'm hopeless too.
I enjoy it because some of the customers do actually give me a good laugh. Sometimes I give them a good laugh.
And that's what this blog is all about. I will be enlightening you on such matters as "The Ten Likely Responses when asked 'Would you like a bag?'"; "The Tourists"; "Top Ten Reasons for causing me to Freeze" and such-like.
Enjoy. It's going to be a long read :)
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