My name is Teri. I am not a model, but I try to look my best. I could lose a few pounds but couldn’t we all. My job is a menial job as a cashier at a grocery store, not glamorous but it pays the bills. I am single and get my share of dates, but still have not found that Mr. Right.
Today after my shift I grabbed a little something to microwave at home… I know processed foods are so bad for you but I’m just too tired tonight to care. As I wait in line (we really need more cashiers) I see the latest Cosmopolitan magazine has come out. I am not what you would call a regular reader. I do regularly scan the titles on the cover though to see if something catches my eye.
When it was my turn, on a whim, I added the magazine to the meal and drink I had. It would give me, if nothing else, a laugh and quiz to take about my imaginary Mr. Right. I went to my apartment, prepared my microwave meal and snuggled up on the couch to learn, “How to keep Mr. Right.” It would be a quiet night of learning.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cosmopolitan
This is a tough one. There were good things and bad things about every job I have had. As a kid my sister and I made money shoveling the walks for two different retired woman who each lived alone. And when the holidays were over an elderly couple across the street would leave to visit family out of town and we shoveled their sidewalk while they were gone – and it was a LONG corner lot sidewalk.
Then as I gathered more independence, I ventured into two normal kid’s jobs – babysitting and a newspaper route. My mom put an end to that after a couple of boys from Iowa were kidnapped doing their paper routes.
I concentrated on grades and a small social life in high school. Then after the first and only year of college I went to work for a local restaurant nights. I later on picked up a second job at a fast food joint. That didn’t last long. So, I decided to try retail and became a cashier. I worked at the store and restaurant for about 7 years. Then left the restaurant after I had my daughter. This was so I could be with my daughter nights while working days… my husband taking opposite shifts, so we didn’t need a lot of babysitting time.
For a shot time I did some grain book-keeping for an elevator, it was basically a data entry job. That was a nice job as it was in my in-law’s basement helping my mother-in-law. But flooding and a sale of the elevator to the Coop made that job obsolete.
So, going with longevity I would say my cashier job was the best at 20 years. Like any job though it wasn’t the same in the end. Management changed several times and the importance of the front end was swept under the carpet so to speak. Then I got sick and the lack of compassion from those I had worked many years with left me with a very bad taste in my mouth.
Thank you and have a nice day!
Even thought the end was rough I still loved being a cashier on most days. I had regular customers and friends that made the job enjoyable. If I ever find that miracle cure, I would consider returning. But I don’t see that happening any time soon.
I worked retail for 20 years and having had that background I can usually tell who is sincere when they ask if I am having a good day or if I found everything ok versus those that are reading a script before they race to the time clock. The faster they say it the more fake it seems to be; a cursory response only to fulfill the minimum duties before the paycheck hits their pockets.
I am not saying I didn’t have days where I was robotic in nature. We will all have off days. But I really cared about my customers. There were regular ones that I would get updates on family or vacations they took. One of my favorite customers often shared photographs she was picking up with me. There were a couple I could always count on for a good joke. And of course there were a few I hoped didn’t come through my lane, but I still tried my best to make their day a little brighter.
So the next time someone asks you how your day is, please give them a response. Not all of them are reading cue cards waiting for their next dollar. There are actually people who enjoy working with the public, and do pay attention to how you answer that question.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cursory