The Cashier

Time to wake up and go back to work. Waking up at four in the morning should be forbidden. The truck is small, I have to sit in a folding chair and hang on to a handle by the sliding right door. My function is too unpack and set up the goods before the supermarket opens for the public. Now you know how they are always full in the morning, you're welcome. It's one of the millions invisible jobs that keep the city running ...

These looks like just boxes with potato chips, but they are so heavy ... for me. My boss already told me several times that they are not heavy, and if I had went to the army my body would be built for manual labor. Between the heavy boxes and he calling me princess ... I wonder why I take this crap.

All boxes unpacked, time to start my other job. I go to the toilet to change my clothes. Fake my best smile and get ready to work.

It is an easy job, refill the shelfs and sometimes be a cashier, but I was warned by the older ones, before they left, and learned to ignore the jerks.

It's a regular day at work, I started refilling the shelfs of canned food. An old customer asks about the location of an item, I tell him the section, and as always when he is leaving he puts his hand on my shoulder, wishing me a nice day. Being the youngest at the store makes me a target for these creeps craving contact. At first I was thinking that they were being friendly, but after seeing one looking me up and down and licking his lips, I understood all.

One worker tried to protest, but without any proof against them, it was impossible. Licking the lips can have several reasons, like being anxious or nervous, but I know why they do that. But the other clients said it was overreacting and that he didn’t really do anything. It was obvious that they were all covering each others.

The manager tried to deal with the allegations and avoided female employees, but it didn't worked. The old men are not picky, they hit anything.

On my mind I think that these clients lack social skills, and never had a normal talk with a human being ... Maybe it's true, excessive amount of porn melts your brain ... So I stay on my job. The manager already told me that if I was doing the full-time schedule I would be a section manager, but I keep my part-time hours. I can't see myself here for the entire day.

They are flirting, waiting for the other store to open. It's an easy job, if you ignore this perverts, that's why I'm here. The money and the schedule is perfect, it complements my previous part-time and ... job hunting doesn't pay the rent.

Our supermarket is near a sex shop, and from the cashier you can even see the sign. They come here for the ready-made sandwiches and other light meals. Not sure if they are having a late breakfast or just a snack.

Sometimes I wish to have a job with a counter separating me form this perverts, but the small times in the cashier are the best I have. My other colleges hate to be at the cashier station, I love it. The borders are clear and there is no way for them to touch me or chat more than necessary breathing on the back of my neck. The other people on the line don't allow it.