Tiny Nuggets

I work too much. I notice things, just how I left them when I come in the next day.
That isn't a good thing. Certain areas need to be restocked in a twelve hour period, yaknow? I left a cup just recently. It was still in the break room the next day.

Someone left a headset battery in the charger... upside down, and backwards. There's grooves for it to slide in easily, but someone shoved it in. Idiots.

On front counter I asked a lady if she wanted her chicken sandwich 'crispy or grilled' she said it was 'to go' so I made it crispy. Hope she's not on a diet. I figure she isn't because she's getting it to go.

Kid asked me what I was doing. I said working.
Like all kids, he asked why.
I thought for a moment. I dunno I almost said. But I had to come up with something good. And it was a good question. Why am I working? Why do I have to? Why do we have to do these things?

"Because I don't want to be homeless." I answered.

Our sophisticated headset system dings whenever something outside the speaker triggers the uh.. weight system? Whatever. But it's always awkward when you greet a 'car' and no one responds. Then when the truck gets up there, you realise, you just greeted the trailer it was carrying. I always feel like an idiot.

I like the sexy black pants they issue us. They conform to the body quite well. A pleasure to watch, indeed.
I hate seeing my crew in normal clothes. They look weird.

New People continue to arrive, but that's no big. The problem are the month-olds that act like it's their first day.
And nobody cares.
"What the hell, nobody cares."
"Yeah, nobody cares but me."
"Well that's you Marlowe. You'll never learn. You're a born loser."
"Yeah, I even lost my cat."