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04-28-2009, 03:21 AM
I work in a national chain of department stores that I'm sure you've heard of. I've worked in several departments but currently I am a cashier. For about two years of suffering anonymity of that cashier, or that stock boy, maybe just that nice kid who helped you. The thought process of persons in my position is similar to that of a person locked in a room, forced to stay perfectly polite and attentive while doing moderate mental or physical tasks. However you also add a random appearance of a person who may act in any random way towards the testee. It's weird to think that's the basic psychology of what I but essentially that's it. Day in day out thirty hours a week. What do I do for these countless hours of solitude? How do the minutes slip by if ever so slowly? I couldn't honestly answer, I just slip into an auto pilot of sorts. I day dream of something better while I mutter the approved vocabulary that's been laid out for me that I know you must accept. A favorite pastime is making up background stories for particularly colorful customers.
Old people. I do NOT like old people. It feels like being close to death. What if they die when I'm next to them? It sounds weird but I've never been nearer to a dead person than a grave. For this and many hygienic reasons old people creep the hell out of me. Every so often though I have to help one of them with groceries to their car because they buy to much to put away theirselves. I can't imagine that kind of feeling like I couldn't do something like that. Feeling so fragile that groceries seem to much a chore. They give me exucses too. Like they need to justify it to me why they need my help. I understand. Your old! I think though that they just want to talk. They all seem so lonely. To be so old that most the people you know are dead. Ughh weird.
Kids trying to steal beer. If your starting at the age I see some kids your not looking at a gleaming future. It's like they know it though. They know exactly what's going to happen. Eventually they'll get caught, because it happens no matter how long you've been doing it. They just don't give a damn though. It's like the could get away with it, but they don't even care enough to pretend like they're not doing it. As they get older though the punishments get worse and the crimes get bigger.
The lady covered in bruises. She always comes in late at night, and buying the most random things. Every time I look at her I want to say something, but it's not on the approved the list. I try to think that maybe she just got into a bad car accident. There's just this look on her face though. It's so empty. Even I could do something without getting fired I don't know what it'd be. I'm sure it'd just be another complication in my life, but it just seems like a shame.
I just wanted to give you a bit of the mentality of the people who provide you with services that you might overlook. THink about it next time you go through the checkout line.
Old people. I do NOT like old people. It feels like being close to death. What if they die when I'm next to them? It sounds weird but I've never been nearer to a dead person than a grave. For this and many hygienic reasons old people creep the hell out of me. Every so often though I have to help one of them with groceries to their car because they buy to much to put away theirselves. I can't imagine that kind of feeling like I couldn't do something like that. Feeling so fragile that groceries seem to much a chore. They give me exucses too. Like they need to justify it to me why they need my help. I understand. Your old! I think though that they just want to talk. They all seem so lonely. To be so old that most the people you know are dead. Ughh weird.
Kids trying to steal beer. If your starting at the age I see some kids your not looking at a gleaming future. It's like they know it though. They know exactly what's going to happen. Eventually they'll get caught, because it happens no matter how long you've been doing it. They just don't give a damn though. It's like the could get away with it, but they don't even care enough to pretend like they're not doing it. As they get older though the punishments get worse and the crimes get bigger.
The lady covered in bruises. She always comes in late at night, and buying the most random things. Every time I look at her I want to say something, but it's not on the approved the list. I try to think that maybe she just got into a bad car accident. There's just this look on her face though. It's so empty. Even I could do something without getting fired I don't know what it'd be. I'm sure it'd just be another complication in my life, but it just seems like a shame.
I just wanted to give you a bit of the mentality of the people who provide you with services that you might overlook. THink about it next time you go through the checkout line.