I'm working the drive-up window at the credit union today. I don't mind at all, it gives me a chance to ignore my co-workers and systematically work like a robot slave. The repetitive nature of my job is mind numbing, and offers no satisfaction whatsoever. I get mad when people drive up to the window, gabbing on their cellphones, and just throw money at me like I'm supposed to wait for them to end their conversation. That's when I crank up the speaker volume. This is not McDonalds. I will not super-size anything. I laugh when people pull away from the window and end up chomping the curb with their car. Some lady almost got her van stuck once. Idiots.
Nothing cool ever happens.
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