[Author’s Note: I’m sorry this is so late. I originally wanted to post this on the Fourth of July, but life hit me in the face with a bag of bricks. Still, better late than never.]
National holidays are a time that people use in order to enjoy a simple day off from work. Some holidays tend to get more wild than others. Starting with New Years, and ending with Christmas, people will use whatever holiday they can get. But unfortunately, not every has that same luxury. I, for one, am one of those people who must suffer while others can relax.
As I woke up, grabbing my phone and checking the date, I couldn’t help but shake my head in disappointment. Even being half awake, I already knew that my shift today would be nothing but a waste of time. Most people would want to get paid to do nothing all day.
But when your job is such in a bad position, being paid to do nothing becomes extremely annoying.
“Why the fuck am I here?”
Luka slumped back in her chair, annoyed at the lack of actual work to do, “Why the fuck are we still here? Not a single customer has walked through those doors since we opened today.”
The silence throughout the store was obvious. The slightest of movements could be heard from anywhere. The usually full shelves, stocked with all kinds of wine from around the world, were now barren wastelands only containing no more than four bottles at a time. Empty boxes were stockpiled by the front of the shop, waiting to be used to fulfill customer orders. However, due to the lack of even foot traffic into the store and nobody buying online, those boxes would continue to pile up. To add insult to injury, it was the Fourth of July, a day most work places give their employees the day off.
And yet here Luka was, with a handful of her coworkers, stuck inside a dying store on a holiday.
Rubbing her face for a moment, still in shock about how slow it was, Luka let out a loud sigh as she got up from her chair. Having to move around, she paced back and forth behind the checkout counter before stopping, leaning on the counter and letting her arms hang off the edge. Her head drooped forward, forehead hitting the rubber mat beneath. Her voice muffle, Luka let out a small yell.
I seriously can’t believe the owners thought it would be a good idea to be open on a fucking national holiday. Considering the fact that this place is already hemorrhaging money, I would have thought they’d let the store be closed. They’re spending more money to pay us for being here. I know it’s easy work and getting paid to do nothing is a wonder, but when there’s nothing to do every fucking day it becomes more of a hassle than a benefit.
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