when i’m putting towels and bed sheets in the cart, then turn around and there’s a guest right in my face i’m like;
First time i never felt like cutting my wrists and closing my eyes while working in produce tonight.
"I’m tired of making watermelon bowls."
I say bleeding watermelon juice from my eyes.
I work so hard to keep a smile on my face, while working at this place.
Want to experience hell? Work the night-shift as a produce clerk.