last night was my first nightshift at superstore.
patrick warned me that the reason people work nights is because they don't like interacting with people. he was totally right.
i showed up, the manager let me in, and i said "hi, i'm new, working in joe fresh."
he jabs his thumb to the left and says, "joe fresh's over there."
so i went to my department, found a note that told me what to do, and got to work.
at break time, after 2 and a half hours of sorting, folding, and tidying clothes, i was ready to talk to someone! so i grabbed a smoothie, paid for it at the cash desk, and stood there smiling. i felt like a puppy at the pound, just waiting for someone to pick me, pick me!
the smokers went outside, and everyone else melted away. i was left smiling at thin air ...
i made my way unhappily back to my department, where i sat on the desk alone and drank my smoothie.
i called patrick, and he laughed at me.
the same thing happened at lunch.
by the third break, i didn't even bother. i just kept working.
next time, i'll bring a book.