As I was stocking the strawberries today, a customer wearing an obnoxiously pink sweater approached me. She mentioned that the quality of the berries has been horrendous, and customer service has been giving her a hard time when she tried to return them. She told me to prepare one of the plastic strawberry cartons for her while she went to go and look at apples. I did. She returned and thanked me, and I wished that I had poisoned them. Later on, I mentioned to my boss what had happened, and I got in trouble, because if we do that for one customer, then we must do it for them all. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before.
Also, I’ve come to learn that the other departments don’t think to highly of us.
Coming home from work, I received one of my books for the Intro to Literature course I’m taking. It’s to fill a humanities credit, so don’t judge me! But, it has Hawthorne, Poe, Gilman, Chopin, Joyce, Kafka, Fitzgerald, Hurston, Hemmingway, Faulkner, Updike, and Erdrich all under one cover. I really can’t wait for my workload to be all books instead of bagged potatoes and customers trying to find the minced garlic. It’s on the side of the friggen tomato cart!
Stage Fright 