Christmas Casual Job

So I found a Christmas casual job recently- I won't say what or where, in case I break some strange company policy which I haven't actually bothered to read yet. I started today, and oh my God retail is a nightmare. As soon as I started I remembered why I quit my first job ever, which was also in retail. The demand on time, attention for detail and customer service--- all of which made me go mental.

Not that my job is actually bad, mind you. I'm just paying out all forms of work in general. Dear lord why can't my virtual money in online gaming all translate into real money. No, it wouldn't break the economy if only MY virtual cash did that. And the only reason I'm getting a job this Christmas is because I spend more than I earn, so my bank account is resting at a sum near zero. Oh, and my parents yapping etc. But who cares.

Thank God though that my coworkers are pleasant people. And by pleasant I mean willing to do all the work while I stand around awkwardly. To be fair it is my first day, and I probably do look like a little kid compared to them. Well, whatever goes, goes. I can't claim to have worked with nicer people before. To top it off, I think they're pretty clever. Maybe I should change my pessimistic attitudes about this world--- clever and nice is a valid combination of character traits.

But LOL WHO AM I KIDDING, I WORK IN FUCKING RETAIL. There is nothing which destroys your faith in humanity quicker, apart from maybe living in a zombie apocalypse. People I can reasonably like or agree with (like my coworkers) exist on a 1 to 10 ratio directly proportional to the number of people I find unpleasant in this world.

That's okay though. At least I have a nice job, with nice people. Despite this job being kind of difficult, it's still better than my first job. Hell, almost anything is better than my first job- public toilet sanitation officer excluded. Only because my first job was fast food retail. It wasn't a bad company, the people there were okay, the pay was kind of shit and the work was a nightmare, but other than that it was okay. I'm exaggerating about the customer thing. Most of them are fine. Of course you get the occasional retard who is so amazingly stupid they deserve their own display corner, but most of the time people leave before they display any sign of stupidity, which is always a plus. I guess the fact is that you'll remember that one retard for the rest of the day and possibly for the next few weeks, while all the decent people just sort of drift out of your mind.

Anyway, I'm liking where I work (despite the fact that work is a pain in the ass)- and I guess it'll get even better when I know what I'm doing.