Blessing in Disguise

You know. I never thought of work as a great place to think. But it is. It's an amazing place to think. For the most part anyways.

I think about all my silly little movie ideas. I can hash out dialogue in my head and then write it down on a decline slip when I got the time. It's amazing! This is a perk of having a job a well trained monkey could do. Though I don't think a monkey could count out change....that would be an impressive monkey though. The job is so mind numbing and routine that it stimulates my thoughts. I get lost in them in order to not lose my mind. Four years of working there I could do it half asleep and lost in my own Neverland better then about 3/4ths of the people who work there. Not to mention it is the Muse of my grocery store movie. It's great. Except for when I try to write stuff down people come in my lane. Damn customers.

It's a good thing I have an active imagination because otherwise I think I could very well go crazy doing the same thing about 125 times a day. More depending on how busy it is. "Hi. Would you like paper or plastic today? scan scan scan. Do you want the watermelon in a bag? scan scan scan. The buy one get one free come off with you're savings card. scan scan. Ok you're total is $85.79. Out of 100? ok $14 dollars is your change, the 21 cents is in the machine. Thank you have a nice day."

That's is. Over and over. Spicing it up when its something like WIC but other then that, its that over and over. Perhaps a little conversation. So routine I can read a customers body language. If I see them watching the screen like a hawk I know I'm bound to get a question over prices. If a person watches me bag then I know they're bound to be a bitch. If a person is just sitting there as the bags mound up cuz I don't have a bagger and not about to walk every single bag around to put it in there cart then I know they're bound to be a bit snooty. I hate it when people talk on their phone the whole order. It's just rude. Granted I don't have any life or death questions to ask them but I also don't want to have to ask about three times which bag they want and get no answer so start to put it in plastic and then five bags in have them tell me they wanted paper and expect me to repack their bags. Um no. Sorry mister. Get off you're phone or say a single word to me and we wouldn't be in this predicament. and for the love of mike! If I set something to the side don't throw it in the bag I'm currently bagging or waste a bag on just that item! I have plans! I look at the belt I see whats there and I know pretty much every single bag I'm gonna bag. Just cuz I set something aside doesn't mean I'm gonna leave it out. Do you really want your dryer sheets with your bread and produce? No, you'll have mountain fresh lettuce then. I know what I'm doing. Gaaaahhh! Don't reach over and steal my pen. MY PEN! The pen on the check writing area is for you. The pen sitting on the register is mine! Wait you're damn turn! Don't steal my pen! I get very mad when my pens get stolen. I need them. And don't touch my switch to turn the belt on and off! Or swipe you're own savings card! I'm not gonna steal you're damn keys and it takes you too long to do it.

I'm sorry. I got a little carried away. It was a snowball effect, it kept growing. I have to vent once in a while. I apologize.

Ok. I'm gonna enjoy my day off. Hopefully my toe stops feeling numb since I won't be on my feet for 8 hours today.