I spent most of today trying to recover quickly from feeling ill, going so far as to use the grill today, only for my brother to inform me my cooking was raw and I needed to cook it more. This is somewhat less embarrassing than my desire to clean off my entire grill as if i was still employed as a minimum wage worker. I almost wish i still had my job but truth be told it’s more awful to not work than it was to be scorned by adults who found me almost too old to work at the job i had.
Also, bagging food and giving and taking the right amount of money was almost embarrassingly difficult. I thought it was somewhat easy, but the truth is, counting the correct bills and change for customers was awful and doing a good job was actually a challenge. why, why was this minimum wage job so difficult? i’ll never know the truth behind my personal faults. I have no doubt the store will do better now that it is the summer.