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May 3, 2005

At Least The Uniform Isn't Terrible

The new job is going alright. I spend up to eight hours a day in a bulletproof box where I have to hold down a button and talk into a microphone just to say "Good morning" to someone who's less than two feet away from me. Even though I interact with people all day, it's very impersonal. I jump at every opportunity to help someone at the pump, just to have face-to-face contact with someone other than a co-worker.

The customers are rarely patient enough to do anything but throw their money in the drawer, gesture in the general direction of the pump they were using and leave, and none of them seem to understand that my entire till runs through a computer, and I cannot do anything for them until the previous transaction is cleared.

I've found that even though working for Safeway is respectable and many people work for 20+ years to build careers there, working in the Safeway fuel station earns you very little respect. I make more than minimum wage and am part of a union (which doesn't say much anymore I guess), but to everyone else, I still work in a gas station. I find myself having to say, "It's better than nothing" quite often. Does collecting money for gasoline somehow make me a less interesting person than I was when I collected money for alcohol? And how can you look down on someone for having a job that you yourself wouldn't want to do? Somebody has to collect the money at gas stations, and empty trash cans, and clean public restrooms.

I'm going to try to avoid bitching about my job here. I'll post the occasional anecdote or rant, but I will never complain about a specific customer or co-worker. Kinda takes all the fun out of it, doesn't it?

Posted by erynthenerd @ 1:46 PM 5 Comments


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