I like my job. I don't always want to go and sometimes the longer shifts seem to drag on for an eternity, but it could be so much worse. I could still be working at Aeropostale.
They work with my school schedule and I haven't been denied requested days off yet, and that's nice. I get paid weekly, which is also nice, and I have coworkers that I really like, which is the nicest. Some of the "regulars" are great too (because grocery stores have those, which I feel isn't something you'd think).
There is one elderly couple that comes to the store nearly everyday because they buy their food one day at a time–no, really. When you ask how they are doing, the husband says, "I am blessed by the Lord, and God bless you."
One young woman always brings her little one-year-old son with her. When they come through my line, she tells him my name is Maggie, and he gets so confused because apparently their cat is also named Maggie. The look he gives me says, "What? You can't be Maggie! You have no fur!"
Then the other day a little old lady came in with her son, and he told me that she was about to celebrate her 101st birthday. I was shocked. She was almost 101 and she was just kickin' along! She didn't need one of those buggies to get around the store, and she wasn't even hard of hearing. Her and her son were making jokes and we all laughed as I was checking their groceries. The son said she needed to write a book on longevity. She shook her head and said it "probably wouldn't be very interesting," which is a lie because take a moment to think of all that she has lived through. I mean, a lot of stuff has happened since 1911.
It is hard for me to believe that I will have been alive for two decades tomorrow. I can't even begin to fathom what is must feel like to have been alive for ten.