Beep beep beep, pay, give them their slip.

Next

Beep beep beep beep beep beep, pay, give them their slip.

That customer left their stupid basket in the way.

My legs hurt from standing in one place so long.

“Were you waiting for me?”

I look up at the faceless customer putting their stuff on the belt as I flick in on.

I smile fakely.

Hell no.

As I bag the customers stuff my anger grows.

What's the point in all this?

I’ll use the money from this job to go to college for a year to learn something that barely interests me and try to make a job sprout from it.

A toddler somewhere in the store starts screaming.

It's like I'm dragging myself towards an end goal that doesn't seem to exist.

I am just making enough to buy my TV dinners and have something left over to save in the bank.

Wooo fucking whooo

There are times when existence itself is utterly meaningless and I feel it the most at work.

Cashiering is constant, you finish with one and another always fills their place you never stop.

It reminds me of life sometimes, just keep moving, moving, moving, for what? A paycheck that gets divided up so you can keep moving, moving, moving, towards another.

But I shouldn't complain right?

I have a job and it's better than not having one.

Right?