Hey, Miss J!

Used to be one of our museums here. But now…? It’s usually my bed.

Easier to get to.

As I felt like utter roadkill today, I spent most of the day in bed and playing that cashier game.

Ahh… Brought me back to when I worked in the service industry.

I miss the customers a lot… the coworkers not so much and the managers even less.

My mental health has deteriorated to the extent that what I used to be able to tolerate with managers…

I can’t anymore.

I can’t. Not with them yelling in my face because they made a mistake. Not me playing the part of secretary, while having to do everything else at the same time.

I cannot deal with having someone scrutinize me and try to ridicule me for using the bathroom. One of them told me that every 4-5 hours is a normal time to use the bathroom, not every 2-3. I suggested to that manager to get their kidneys checked.

One of my customers wanted to know how long I would be in the bathroom to the minute.

Hmm… Now it hasn’t been as roses with customers. I have had customers insult me, try to spit on me, try to scratch me, order me to move faster.

One propositioned me because he wanted children but didn’t want to be involved– as in dating–a woman. So he suggested a minor “fling,” which had me reply with a solid and very loud ‘no.’ I don’t tend to speak that loud at all unless I’m very excited, but getting sexually propositioned by some random man for the sole reason of reproducing was not my idea of romance.

At all.

No.

Also, two of my customers tried to lure me somewhere to get me drunk.

I even had one tell me how much he hoped I suffered horribly before I died.

… Wonder how he’s doing now? Hmm.

I can’t be on my feet for 4-12 hour shifts anymore. I can barely move around for 20 minutes now without being in pain.

My memory’s not that good anymore either. I had to handle the work of five people… sometimes all at once and that was what nightmares are made of.

I did enjoy that museum though. Can’t find that astronaut pizza anywhere now.

~J. Lyst

This was not meant to be a rant. Apologies.

I do on occasion bump into former customers, but thankfully it’s only been the nice ones so far.

I also bumped into an old coworker, but even though he remembered my name, I couldn’t for the life of me remember his. We worked together over 5 years, so you would think I would remember.

Nope.

Dad told me if I ever wrote a novel based on my experiences, no one would believe me. I agreed. I’ve seen a lot of crazy things. Like the time we found a cat laying on top the hot dogs.

Or the time when two guys brought their boa’s in the store.

Geeze… all these nightmares I’ve had recently about going back to that place and being paranoid because I can’t remember the codes like I used to. I had codes and fees memorized for the two bill pay systems we used.