Livin’ it Up in the Lounge

Look how yellow this room is. I wonder who decided on the color.
No holes in this pair…yet.

This poor young girl I work with is all upset and in tears because she desperately wants to be head cashier and they’re telling her she doesn’t get enough rewards (credit card signups). She gets one or two a day; that’s more than most people here.

As for me, I’ve gotten two—ever. Just two. One from a sweet, naive college-aged girl and the other from a Jamaican gentleman who probably wasn’t familiar with the program but didn’t want to be impolite. Most people will cut you off mid-sentence when you start to ask.

I’m not a salesperson. I can sell anything to anyone with my writing, but not with my voice. I sound like Daria, for cryin’ out loud!

[In a monotone] “Welcome to ‘It’s a Nutty, Nutty, Nutty World.’”

I have to go now. They’ll soon be looking for me. Hahaha I sound like a fugitive. More like an escaped mental patient.

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