What was YOUR worst job? Mine was 3am to 9am shift at Real Canadian Superstore, stocking from pallets, changing prices, and (ugh) ‘facing’ products. (lining them up, logo facing outwards, for maximum exposure and OCD satisfaction) Have tried to block that period of my life out. Silver lining – now I ‘face’ everything at home!
It is disappointing, to say the least, when a colleague succeeds at something you have been striving for. I suppose the mature thing is to quietly celebrate their accomplishment, and not to stay in bed for 3 weeks watching nature documentaries.
Can’t get enough of this rubbish? Follow me at Wiltoons on INSTAGRAM!
I suppose this might have served as a short story, but then that might have proven challenging. Especially given my work-avoidance campaign where this blog is concerned. The attendants were quite common back in the day, usually in places like Vegas. You might get a spritzer of cologne, and your hands dried ponderously.
Want more of this sort of punishment? Follow me at Wiltoons on INSTAGRAM!
Metaphorical or real – always go with real. Lesson learned, sigh.
With side hustles, and an unending deluge of new content on social media platforms, ‘phubbing’ (portmanteau of phone and snubbing) the new normal, even these fleeting social interactions may be a thing of the past. Even self service kiosks at the supermarket make the extent of our conversational input relegated to ‘It’s not scanning’ and ‘Unknown item in bagging area’. Now I am off to the gym (‘can you please get off the equipment with your phone’).