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The Point of Sale. The mystical retail location where people purchase things for money.

I was in command of this point.

While certainly not the most fun job in the world (and really, what is, in the world of retail) I really don’t understand what the big deal is. People HATE working Point of Sale. Like, they feel like they’d rather do anything but Point of Sale. I just don’t get it.

Basically, work is a shitty place to be when there is nothing to do, as far as I’m concerned. That’s when time goes super-slowly, and the day drags on and on in a frustrating manner. While there is a bigger risk of such things happening at Point of Sale, because when nothing is going on, you’re not allowed to move about the store and find something interesting to do, for the most part, it’s not an issue. There are small breaks, yes, but especially when you are by yourself on one side of the store, there is a constant string of people checking out. You’re always busy doing something.

I suppose what I could see people disliking is how you really do have to keep your mind on other things to survive. I can do this, it’s not hard, but it’s not like working the floor where your mind is constantly having to scan locations to figure out where this short goes, or that box. You get occupied, because you likely have a series of quests to engage in, if you’re actually working. At Point of Sale, there is a very specific script you are running through, a lot of it being hard-sell tactics for the credit card, and you can literally do that shit in your sleep if you’re not all gung-ho about making your credit goals. Which, I mean, I dunno who would be. I push it when I can, but I just feel like the sort of stuff I’m supposed to do would keep people from wanting to shop at the store. It sure as fuck would keep me away. So I don’t if people don’t seem like they’d listen. Maybe that keeps me from feeling sleazy doing the job. Maybe that’s another reason why people stay away.

I don’t know. All I know is, I need hours, and I don’t mind this shit in the least. Going to do it some more today, in fact. A job is a job, and I am glad to do the job, you know? Hopefully I’ll be involved in a job permanently that leaves me feeling fulfilled instead of tired when I go home at night, but for now, I’m happy to be behind that register, keeping myself from going broke.