After a five hour shift that, chance would have it, I didn't eat before, I've found that wonderful snack is the little cups of fried chicken made at Supermart. Six ounces of cornmeal and an a bit of actual chicken, served hot and dry, is really, really good. It brings me back to my days in the mountians of Arkansas, near the chicken factory, but I digress.
New topic; if every customer gave a quarter to the bagger as they walked by, I'd make the equavilant of an extra two hours of labor. I think that baggers should be tipped, so I can glare at the jerks in the world, and redeem them in my heart once I get a tip from them. Just a thought.
I still don't understand the people who buy a dozen single gatorades.
I've also come to understand that its only a matter of time before baggers and cashiers are replaced by machines. they already started on cashiers with the automated checkouts, so baggers are next. I gives me joyto know that I am harder to replace with a robot then a cashier. This proves my job is harder. Haha, losers.
One more shift
Bagger Boy
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Hey, bagger boy!
You probably don't remember me from school last year, but I thought I would say that your blog rocks. you should consider going pro.
-the smooth city sophisticate, KT (unnatural fear of writing my name on the internet.)
the macaroni is good too
i always wanted to try the chicken. sometimes i buy 10 single gatorades cause they are 10 for $10 yay!
blake, that does not prove your job is harder, it just proves that you do less thinking and so a machine cannot take your place.
karebare! have no fear!
rats, emma has revealed my secret identity! It's HER FAULT if i die!
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