Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Reality doesn't accept returns.

Today, some man got pissed at me because I made a mistake ringing up his transaction, which caused him to be delayed (he was "kind of in a hurry") and have to go through a manager to get a correction.

This weekend my Grandpa told me he was ready to die.

Reality handed me a big, fat check. And I lost sympathy for this other guy's slight inconvenience on an idle Wednesday.

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