Tonight, I fucked up at work.
I struggled to hold back tears as I served customer after customer. I couldn't muster any more smiles. My usually chirpy, "Hi, how's it going?" was lackluster at best. My natural bitchface reared its ugly head.
I kept trying to think of a way to pull me out of this godforsaken funk. Yes, I fucked up but I figure that stewing over it and feeling like shit isn't worth it. Hello, I'm a checkout chick.
If anyone knows the answer to how to do such a thing, please tell me.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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