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Then from 7-8 I bagged and bagged and bagged. I switched cashiers from time to time when they called me. Sometimes, when no one was around, I'd face the three coolers in front of the aisles. (They have drinks and stuff.) The girl at cashier 3 didn't even help me out, even when I was behind and struggling. The lady at cashier 1 was really nice and helped me while giving me some tips and pointers. Then FINALLY 8 rolls around and I am like YESSS! Cart duty! (According to the sheet.) It's a half hour long you see, outside in the nice, nice cool air with the snow gently falling. No more noises of "beep beep beep" of the food going through the freaking scanner. (I officially hate that noise now, it pisses me off.)

In less than 15 minutes all of the carts were inside that were outside. Lee comes over and is like "Ah! Since your done, you can go back to bagging!" (Okay, I really liked this guy, until he told me to go back to bagging. Everyone warned me that I would start to hate him eventually too. Did I really think they were serious? No. But now after only a 4-9 hour shift, I understand.) Dianna was a lucky girl and got to leave at 8 instead of 9 like me. GRRR. So, then I had another 45 minutes of bagging. Brianne and her mother and sister come around. I was at the till with the nice lady and she helped me out and Brianne's mom was like "It really is a easy job, it only takes common sense!" And she was all high-and-mighty. I wanted to slap her so bad! Because it isn't as easy as it looks, when you have food flying at you constantly and you have to make split second decisions to figure out how everything is going to fit into the bags without squishing anything and same goes for the cart as well.

And THEN finally, I caught a little break (no, I don't mean a break-break, I mean a break where there are no more people coming to check out their shit) at around 8:30 (time goes by slow) so I started facing. Brandon walks by and is like, "How goes it?" Me: "It sucks." We talked for about 2 minutes, becasue we didn't want to get caught by Lee who was walking around inspecting things. So, then they called me over through the intercom and I had more bagging to do. Time goes as slow as a mother fucking snail. 

Then, just when everybody was leaving, there was one freaking guy left with a FULL cart of groceries. And I mean, stuffed to the max! There was no breathing space in there, how'd they expect me to put everything back in there in nice neat order without squishing anything? And I was the only one around to bag. >< Sheesh, it was over time like 9:05 and a guy, who I assume has been working there for a long time, comes over and is like, "I can finish it for you." There was still a mound of food coming, and the cart was already full of bags and I was SO embarassed. The whole time I was working I forgot all of my friends words of encouragement, I had 0% motivation and was like, "Get me outta this hell pit." I checked my schedule before I left and I have to work from 1-6 on both Saturday and Sunday. It's teh shit! (In a bad way, not a good way.) Saturdays are the most busiest day of the week, besides 10% Tuesdays which is the first one of each month. My second day of work is the busiest day! NOOOO! Anyways, I hated work. Despised it. Besides like, one or two things which were talking to Brandon and the not-even 15 minutes of pushing carts. That was it. The rest was hell.

My mom picked me up, at 9:10 when I was out the doors, and I could barely talk, I just wanted to cry. I tried to explain to her what had happened. My voice was so soft, because I didn't want to her to hear it cracking. I'm glad it was dark too, or else she would of seen the tears in my eyes that were welling up. To her, it was nothing. "Oh you'll get better at it" she said and left it at that. She just didn't get it. I got no sympathy at all, which hurt. But I fucking hate it. I knew I'd hate bagging before I even got the freaking job. When I got home, I slipped into some PJs and cried for 1 minute on my bed. Then I made myself stop because I thought, "Brittany, wtf, your so stupid, why are you crying over a freaking lame job! Mom was right, you'll get better at it...." Then I thought, its not about me getting better at it, it's the thought that I hate it in general. Then I went on msn and was like, "Mom, I need to rant to my friends or I'll explode!" and she was like, "So your going to tell them everything, but not me?" 

I feel so stupid.

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So, that was it in a nutshell, I guess. Sam is lucky, he gets two breaks and he works one less hour than me, what gives? Ah, why am I complaining. I guess I just am jealous that he gets to work with people that he actually knows. (Well, more than I do.) And he only works on Sundays. Where am I going to have "me" time on the weekends? Eh? I guess I could always quit Sobeys and work with him. 

The only question is: What if I hate it there too?

Anyways, being the person I am, I won't quit on the first day. And I know tomorrow is going to be hell, but I still won't quit. I'll try to push through it the whole month. Try and see how it is. But if I do quit, I don't know how I'd ever be able to walk through those doors with my mom and family again. Not like I go with them grocery shopping often anyways, hah.

Sam: A wise man once told me (well, actually, it was one of the baker's at Timmie's), "Every job you ever get will suck."

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Note: I just noticed that this Thursday I missed LOST and Survivor. SHIT. =(