The Dreaded Mid-Shift

Please hold your thoughts and prayers until the end of the post.

I have been working in retail for nearly four years now. To some of you, more experienced workers, that seems like nothing. To others it sounds like your own personal hell. My stance on the matter flip-flops depending on what day it is. Today was Monday, which means today was mid-shift day. I HATE MID-SHIFTS.

Like most twenty-three year olds I don’t go to sleep until the sun is almost up, which means I don’t wake up until late in the morning. If I wake up at 9:30 and have to be at work at 11, the only thing I have time to do in the morning is eat a bowl of cereal and cry about my problems. Then, because it’s a bloody mid-shift, I don’t get off until 8pm, which means MY WHOLE DAY IS GONE. Whomever created mid-shifts is definitely Satan’s advocate/a Trump supporter. Also, because I have notoriously bad luck, I usually have to work the next morning. Meaning I have to go to sleep at a reasonable time or I will literally hate myself the next day. All of these factors point to the fact that MY WHOLE DAY IS WASTED AT WORK. Sorry for yelling.

Anyway the retail industry always produces some of the the world’s most interesting characters, and by interesting characters, I mean assholes. Not only do I spend most of my day getting screamed at because we ran out of Spicy Ramen, I do so with a smile on my face because I am happy to be there. Literally today a lady got mad because a member of our cleaning crew didn’t speak English. ARE YOU SERIOUS? You live in Los Angeles, learn some Spanish or build a bridge and get over it. Honestly these people provide me more entertainment than frustration, but showing my frustrations enhances the dramatic element.

Truth is, I love the retail industry because every day is different the last. Very rarely do I have the same experience and I am always kept on my toes. I do wish that some people weren’t as ignorant as they are, but that would be way too much to ask for and I still want a pug for Christmas, so I’ll take my victories where I can get them.

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