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Today was my second day at the new job. I have (mostly) learned how to work the cash register, though the intricacies of the lottery ticket machine continue to elude me. I have also been shown some of the basics of stocking and restocking the tobacco paraphernalia, the approved method of making fresh coffee, and how to bundle magazines for return to the news corporations.
Today, after working the register for a few hours, I dusted magazine shelves. This involved, among other things, half an hour picking up, dusting, and tidying porn/skin magazines. Yes, really. I didn't know so many porn magazines existed, but you can apparently find one for almost every kink under the sun. (Well, okay, we have your basic 'hot women for men,' 'hot men for men,' 'old people,' 'incest/Jerry Springer kink,' 'hot men for women,' and 'thinly disguised porn mingled with hotrod/motorcycle stuff.' A couple tattoo magazines seem to lean in the porn direction as well. I don't recall seeing any lesbian porn, though, which is interesting. But still. That's a lot of porn.)
My manager, PM, is competent and fairly good at explaining things. So far, the coworkers I've met are nice, though one strikes me as having a slightly weaselly demeanor.
We get some compulsive gamblers in, which is interesting from the vantage of someone studying human behavior. We also get an interesting collection of neighborhood characters. I am reliably informed that a guy I've sometimes walked past near my neighborhood -- who rattles off a stream of greetings/farewells in various languages, always finishing with "Don't get heatstroke," even when it's below freezing -- comes in fairly often. I can't say I'm looking forward to interacting with him for any length of time. *sigh* It's funny how I've already recognized some customers as frequent bus passengers. I wonder if they recognize me?
Today, after working the register for a few hours, I dusted magazine shelves. This involved, among other things, half an hour picking up, dusting, and tidying porn/skin magazines. Yes, really. I didn't know so many porn magazines existed, but you can apparently find one for almost every kink under the sun. (Well, okay, we have your basic 'hot women for men,' 'hot men for men,' 'old people,' 'incest/Jerry Springer kink,' 'hot men for women,' and 'thinly disguised porn mingled with hotrod/motorcycle stuff.' A couple tattoo magazines seem to lean in the porn direction as well. I don't recall seeing any lesbian porn, though, which is interesting. But still. That's a lot of porn.)
My manager, PM, is competent and fairly good at explaining things. So far, the coworkers I've met are nice, though one strikes me as having a slightly weaselly demeanor.
We get some compulsive gamblers in, which is interesting from the vantage of someone studying human behavior. We also get an interesting collection of neighborhood characters. I am reliably informed that a guy I've sometimes walked past near my neighborhood -- who rattles off a stream of greetings/farewells in various languages, always finishing with "Don't get heatstroke," even when it's below freezing -- comes in fairly often. I can't say I'm looking forward to interacting with him for any length of time. *sigh* It's funny how I've already recognized some customers as frequent bus passengers. I wonder if they recognize me?
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