Cashiering

I stand and I scan and scan and scan.

And the lady in front of me with the Louis Vuitton wallet in her Dolce and Gabbana purse smirks at the lady in the comfortable tennis shoes with a baby balanced on her hip as she runs to the bathroom. She raises her perfectly plucked brow and glances at her daughter, and her daughter smirks back.

The store is unusually quiet for a Friday night. The fluorescent lights wash everything out and make the store look dull and depressing.

Everything is so monotonous. I was looking forward to getting off. Every minute counted. We turn our lights off 5 minutes before we're scheduled to clock out in order to give our designated lane a quick clean up.

I am set to leave at 7:15. It's 7:09 and I pray no customer comes to my lane.

The two lanes beside me are open, so I figure I'm safe.

Until said D&G lady comes through with her cart and a half order. I curse violently in my head. To her, however; I conjure up the brightest smile I can and proceed to bag her things.

The order takes me forever, and the lady with the overly tanned scrunched face stands there with a look of distaste coloring her expression, and a 13 year old girl, who I assume to be her daughter, with a blackberry, perfectly coiffed and colored hair, an unnatural tan, and manicured fingers at her side.

Five minutes later, her receipt prints along with some coupons. The receipt she takes. The coupons she immediately hands back to me stating she has no need for them.

K,btch.

Work is especially dull and life draining today.