day 2 in the magazine (also book/card/lotto/coffee/tobacco) shop

[edenfalling]

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?

Comments

[darksideofstorm.livejournal.com]

Hee, I work in a place very similar to that. It is unbelieveable the amount of people that stop me in the street to say hi and I'm all like 'dude, wtf? Do I know you?' and they're like 'yeah, you work in the mag -butreallyit'sallporn- shop right?' the people that offer you lifts are scary 0_o

Actually, we had this one gay guy that used to work there who took great delight in getting down the most explicit gay porn he could find, reading it by the til, and then yelling (only when I had a customer), 'will you look at the length on this guy? Jeez, wow!' *laughs* he was a funny guy ^__^

[edenfalling]

*is slightly worried now* Dude, I meet enough vaguely creepy people already. (I think it's because I tend to project a 'sweet, shy young thing' aura.) The last thing I need is more, let alone ones who actually think they know me.

...

Well, I am a writer. It's good to get firsthand experience of a wide variety of people, yeah? *sigh*

[darksideofstorm.livejournal.com]

*laughs* most of them barring one creepy ass stalker, but he chats everyone up are very nice. And it's pretty cool when you're having a sucky-ass day to have people come in and ask you about something you mentioned in passing three weeks ago and have now totally forgotten about.

Besides, I tend to stand out what with the blue hair, and the peircings and stuff... or maybe it's the fact that I'm a foot taller then everyone? so I'm easy to recognise on the street.

Well, I am a writer. It's good to get firsthand experience of a wide variety of people, yeah? *sigh*?

Hell yeah. I get some of my best ideas just watching people interact, the little twitches, foibles, phobias and funny anecdotes always seem to end up in my fics. ^__^