June 8, 2009
I figured my mood must have changed since the last time I worked self-checkout. The computer saying, "Please Wait for Assistance" was much more annoying. The people looked at me like I was Frankenstein when I told them to have a good night. A customer left a cracked decorative mirror behind and I placed Mario behind it and watched him jump away uncomfortably. After work, spaghetti was on the stove and I watched a movie about a watermark mistaken for Christ on a man's house in LA with my dad. "Why doesn't anyone in these movies have jobs?" He asked.