Macrolog
Epiphany
Standing at the till yesterday afternoon, after running out of change for the umpteenth time, and fighting the urge to scream if I saw another fucking €50 note, I realised that I just don’t want to do this anymore.
Sure, the job has its great points - getting to work with music, sussing out the latest sounds, getting my hands on stuff I’d never otherwise have the opportunity to, and the hours and pay aren’t too bad either - but at the moment, all I can see are the bad - the aforementioned running-out-of-change (usually two or three transactions are enough to do it, seriously), the stupidity of company policy and bureaucracy, the sheer amount of idiots and plain rude fuckers we have for customers. The list goes on.
I never really dwelled on how I felt about working there that much until now, considering how great it is in comparison to my old job at the multiplex, but I really do feel like I’m beginning to hate the place. Not the people (for the most part I have no problem with any of my co-workers; I suppose I’m lucky in that respect), just the business itself.
I guess it really came to a head yesterday. I don’t know what exactly brought it on, it was a combination and a culmination of things; I wasn’t feeling particularly well anyway. I really wanted to break someone’s neck or kick someone in the balls or something, just something gratifyingly violent to make me feel just slightly better, slightly less stressed.
I shouldn’t have gone to work yesterday. I should have called in sick to flush out whatever I’ve got. I mean, I could have caught something even worse yesterday - what kind of workplace has a toilet seat that isn’t even attached to the toilet? For fuck’s sake.
As it is, I called in this morning. I felt like crap, didn’t sleep very well last night as a result. As I write this I feel a bit more settled, but I still have a headache. My eyes have been so tired. I’d tell you what was wrong, but I’d probably disgust you and whoever else actually reads this and you’d never come back.
I need to be more regular in my vitamin-taking.
I wonder if Tower are hiring?
Tue 20 Aug 2002 at 18:28 ·
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