Do you know what it’s like working as a clerk for a never-closing convenience store? It’s nothing but the simple scan-and-bag method of service with a couple of disputes with people trying to hand off fake bills to you and teenagers trying to steal beer. In all honesty, that’s what to be expected at a lame job like this—it’s not hard, but don’t expect something exciting to happen.
The only real downside to this is based on which shift you get stuck with. Morning shift deals with cranky adults and kids coming in, bitching and complaining about how hard their life is. Middle shift has to deal with the afterschool flood of kids wanting cheap snacks and evening rush of workers trying to find a way to kill time before heading home.
But for the overnight shift… we have to deal with the creeps. Even worse if you have tits like I do.
Why is it that the one day I have to see a creep like this is the same day I’m stuck doing a solo shift? Like, the fuck?
The man decided to lean on the counter and continue the obviously one-sided conversation he was trying to have with me. He winked at me again and gave a grin.
Even more gross.
“I bet you get a lot of guys hitting on you every day.”
I openly ignored him and sat down on the small stool I had behind the counter, staring at my phone and swiping from side to side.
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