Kind of July 3, 2015 (but actually July 4)
The calendar says it’s Saturday July 4, but my Friday is just coming to an end.
I worked all day. The closing shift. I am tired, and to be honest July, writing you is already beginning to feel like a chore.
But I’ve got to tell you about something I’ve come to realize, after about a month of being a cashier, and that is, how important kindness is in this busy fast moving world.
It’s a cliche of course, but one that was never super applicable to my callous self. I mean my moody unfriendliness is apart of my charm, so I’ve been told.
But there is nothing quite like being on your feet for six of the eight hours in your shift, after many keys being flung at you, eyes being rolled, heated muttering about rising grocery prices, spluttering sadly to a stressed looking mother that her card has been declined, being cussed out about a 32 cent coupon, and having someone prattle off their phone number before you can finish your introductory spiel; than having someone compliment your wild hair, or simply ask how my day’s going.
Those people who make little jokes, and ease the tension while standing in the long lines of shopping carts holding fourth of July goods. The older customers who marvel at my ability to lift cases of water, or squat down to grab something beneath a cart, that makes me happy. Or the old woman who tried to pronounce my name, and exclaiming that it was the most beautiful she’d ever heard.
Even the coworkers, who greet me with camaraderie, familiarity and sincerity. I appreciate that.
July, I guess I’m just trying to say, that amidst the desperate savings/money hoarding for the much needed college shopping trip, I haven’t the privilege to not endure my often brutal position in the abyss of mass consumerism. Therefore, I have learned to smile over the little kind things that creep their way into the daily grind, and that because of this, I am going to try to be a bit more kind to people myself.
Time for bed, I work again tomorrow.