Estoy Brittany Desu

One of the most bullshit jobs, being a bagger at Kroger is the lowest you can possibly be on the totem pole of grocery store clerks. Minimum wage, obviously. I was the person who fucked up all your groceries by putting them in the bag as they came through, although you were the one who put them on the belt in that order. Secondly, I often had people come through the line with an entire grocery cart filled to the brim, and you'd better believe that it never worked out like it does in Tetris. The cashier was able to work much faster than I was. It takes .001 seconds to scan the item, and a couple seconds to put each item in a bag, during which time I've got to determine the most efficient way possible to do it. This is why, if you've ever wondered why one of your plastic bags contains only a box of pasta and nothing else, that's why. "Just bag it and go", and on to the next one. Ain't nobody got time to play puzzles. Another part of the baggers' job in...

             I was sixteen when I got my first job working for a movie theater in Columbus. My sister worked at a different location, and she, by being an amazing, hilarious person, pretty much guaranteed me the job, even though I was very shy during my interview and had zero job experience. Likely as the result of a meticulous chore system delegated by my mom and fastidious snow-shoveling directed by my dad, I developed a strong, healthy work ethic, as well as a love-hate relationship with authority figures.       I started as a ticket taker, probably the most monotonous job there. "Theatre three, to the left,"  rip.  "Theater eleven, to the right,"  rip. All. Fucking. Night. Could be considered as a means of torture.        Next, I was trained in concessions, my least favorite position at that place. Dealing with mostly fine people, sprinkled with assholes and the opportunity to see a varie...