Shaws: Part I

I work at a mystical wonderland of highly overpriced food items and "beautiful" managers that we all know and love as SHAW'S. I get paid $9.15 an hour to stand there and look beautiful...oh, I also bag your items. But there's more to the job than that. I also charm my managers, co-workers, and customers alike with my remarkable personality... It's all I can do to keep from hanging myself in the breakroom. Working at Shaw's has made me grow and learn so much about myself....like how much I really truly hate people. Like there's this one man who comes in all the time, pays with a $50, and must only have ONE paper bag. Or sweet Jesus help us if we don't do it. Things like that never bothered me until, you know, the same thing happens night after night after night. There's this one lady, who, I swear is on drugs, comes in about once a week. Everytime she's in, I learn something new about her. For example, her "past drug problems" (yeah, ok...past..), or her three ex-husbands (she's on husband #4 and I hope for her sake it works out this time). But in this dark tunnel of despire there is a ray of hope. I really do enjoy the people I work with. Most of them. A good 93.45%.