uhhhhhh....I am Gonna Give This One the Old College Try..as they say

So at work I have three jobs. Two common and one more rare then a movie not narrated by Morgan Freeman. According to the schedule I am either the cart attendant or a cashier. I have sufficiently explained both of these jobs by now so we shall skip that. Every once in a rare while, usually when I am cashier late at night, I will be asked to "zone" the "front-end". Now I know that is some pretty serious retail lingo but simply put they want me to organize all the stuff by the check lanes. You know the soda candy and snacks they have by the conveyor belt and the little trinkets on the "end-caps". This is the most glorious job I could ever have. If it were up to me I would spend 8 hours a day organizing the whole store. I love organizing, in a serious OCD way. Something about lining up boxes of cereal perfectly and evenly just gets my endorphins flowing. This evening I tackled the isle with all the trading cards and stuff. Let me tell you, those trading card collecting kids are ruthless. They rip through that isle like a modern day Blitzkrieg. Ripping open packs to find the good cards and tossing collectible tins all the way down the isle. By 10:15 pm the whole isle is in shambles. Baseball card packs are crammed into the garbage pail kids display box and Pokemon collectors boxes are jammed in between the UFC tins. It is up to me to organize the whole thing. The best way to describe how I felt afterwards is this...

The Killing Moon :: Echo & The Bunnymen


-KGM