Three to four days a week, I will be putting on my uniform for work: black pants, black shoes, a white shirt and a tan sweater vest.
It seems I graduated from high school and university and got a decade of experience in the communications field to be a checkout girl at TK Maxx. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad to have a job. They are hard to come by these days. Employers have their pick, and my fabulous bosses at TK Maxx didn't have to take a chance on an overqualified American whose visa expires in a month and who has a baby and can only work when her husband is home. Lots of people applied for the positions, and they picked me and a few others.
On the bright side: a 10 percent discount and not having to put my daughter in child care. That's got to be worth something, right?
3 comments:
I've always liked checkout girls, they humanise an otherwise anonymous and mercantile experience. They're also often quite pretty, despite the horrible uniforms, and I choose the check-out with my favourite, no matter how long the queue. I've always fantasized about going out with one, but alas the pasta and tomato sauce in my basket, though pleasing to my easily-satisfied stomach, has never inspired my far more demanding tongue...
Thanks. I'm finding I really like the job. It's better than being stuck at home all the time, and the people are nice. Nice to be earning money for my time, again, too!
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