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I have work in two hours.

It's Sunday. It's a six-to-midnight shift. Six is the worst time of the day. All the billions of old ladies and housewives and welfare clients who were too "busy" the rest of the week to do their shopping all come in during the *same* hour on Sunday evening to shop at once. Whee. And I get to stand in one place for two-to-two-and-a-half hours at a time, pretending to be cheerful and pretending to like them and fake-smiling until my face aches.

Gods, I hate this job.

I *am* quitting in January. I *am*. *bangs forehad against desk*

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obsidian179
Dec. 15th, 2002 07:42 pm (UTC)
Hey, it could be worse. I'm on my feet, lifting light to heavy objects for somewhere between eight and ten hours a day. Coincidently, I believe my job also ends in January.

Of course, it IS seasonal...
chandri
Dec. 16th, 2002 08:48 pm (UTC)
I'm on my feet, lifting light to heavy objects for somewhere between eight and ten hours a day.

Sounds just like my job. Though I don't think I've ever worked a shift that long. ;)
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