The line of the crowded establishment was going from the cashier to the fresh fruits sector, and it was very easy to hear customers grumble about the lack of speed of the employees. Because they really believed that working for 7 hours standing, in a heat characteristic of the imminence of summer "although we were still in November", in a crowded supermarket, and wearing fabric masks charges the mouth and nose in order to guard us from the very agglomeration that they themselves caused, in the face of a worldwide pandemic, was the simplest and easiest task in the world.
"Sometimes I think that working with the public should be a mandatory subject for character formation," squeaked Aidan, stretching his neck to talk to me, while packing a purchase. "People think we complain for no reason, but, seriously, who likes to be treated like a dog for seven hours every day? Worse than a dog, by the way, because mine is lying down and eating all day, while I spend all day with my eyes shaking with hate. "He frowned when I laughed. "Seriously, Tasha, I'll need therapy when I'm sent away from this place. There are times when I think I'm about to have a stress spill.”It was nothing new that customers became crippled when they arrived at the part where they needed to put their products in the bag. Even worse was when they suddenly became deaf, usually when we asked for lower-value coins or banknotes to facilitate change. They did very hard to end the joy of our days with the lack of education and pride. And no matter the time or the day of the week, there was always some unhappy with his own life to stop our judgment. No cashier was free to go through situations of absolute stress."A psychological aid was already of good size," shouted Ellen from where she was, a box away. She made an ugly face when a client that we all knew was a stone in his shoe went to his cashier with two cans of beer in his hand. She sighed deeply and still said aloud: "There are days when I just hide in the warehouse and cry... Oh, yeah, good night to you too.”"I just wish I had finished my college," languished Jordana, triggering the sound alert of her cashier to call the next client, because she was the only one who could keep her box empty in an infernal movement. Much of her gift of pretending that she didn't give a damn about the presence of customers, and they also strongly refused to receive one of their looks "Just thinking that I could be fine and full, coming to harass you, instead of being harassed by a poor and rude client... "And when the customer simply put the basket on his counter and waited for her to take out the products and only then start passing them in front of the reader, Jordana sighed and looked at the ceiling as she begged: "Look, honestly, I'm tired of having to pay for my sins this way, mercy! Can you take it out of the basket?”"We were lucky," I argued, determined to try to increase the mood of the group that surrounded me. Although I always avoided personal conflicts of any kind, there were still times when my patience was really tested. And working with the public was giving me the certainty that I would lose my temper at some point in my life. I just hoped it wasn't in the face of a choleric outbreak. "We're at the fast cashier... Worse would be to be in the bigger boxes with so many big purchases and no change.”The fast box consisted of six boxes that were basically half of the normal boxes, and joined in pairs at the ends, so that their occupants were side by side to each other. Box eight and nine were together, ten and eleven too, and twelve and thirteen closed the space. While box eight positioned itself with its back to box ten, the nine and eleven were facing each other, so you could always see customers hitting each other to try to reach the boxes at the tips, desperate to leave the establishment as soon as possible. Calling customers to be served in the boxes at the tips was our idea of fun; to see customers acting like fools and hitting each other, because these were the typical customers who already arrived at the cashier with their faces tied and without an ounce of desire to make our lives easier.“It doesn’t matter to me! "Exclaimed Luciana, sitting on the tip of the chair, I believed that to be easier to get up when seeing a new customer in line. Gradually we were managing to disperse the crowd that previously waited to be served, and much of this success fell to Luciana, who was never lazy to work. "The more movement the more time passes quickly. I just don't want the same thing to happen as yesterday.”"What happened yesterday? "I asked with growing curiosity.I was off every Monday, so I always lost the first events of the week. It was on the second that most employees asked for the accounts, or that the get-togethers were made, or that any very good news or unmissable gossip happened. And I was never there to know. Although it was the day when I should have my well-deserved rest, considering that I worked from Tuesday to Sunday, from three o’clock to ten o’clock at night, it was on Mondays that I got the most tired. That's because the supermarket wasn't my only job. Like all Brazilians who were faced with a sudden pandemic, I had to resort to a second source of extra income, because I could not pay all the bills with the salary I received at the supermarket "even working six days a week and receiving an additional night. So I got an internship in a business center that offered opportunities for young people who attended any period of business school. I was in a course that I didn't love, and I worked in a place I hated, because, worse th
“ Tas... "He called Luciana, waking me up from the trance about the two handsome customers. "Laura is calling you.” Laura. Our terrible and terrible cashier inspector of the night shift. She was a bitter woman who always had a closed face, whose face always seemed frown in an expression of disgust and disgust. I was impressed that she was married to a policeman well known in the city for her good humor and kindness, virtues that her cruel wife had no idea what it would be like. It was common knowledge that they had been married for more than twenty years, and that they never had a child. No one knew yet if Laura couldn't, or didn't want to, but in the opinion of others " and I include myself in this ", it should be a deliverance not to have a mother of that kind. Laura always said that she considered her team of cashiers as her children, and the experience was too traumatic to think of a child being subjected to that. Nobody knew very well why she was like that. The few bags that co
Once again I was seeing the injustice being done, and I couldn't say anything. There was no one in that room to help me, and I was between two people who could sign my resignation, and once again, I couldn't step on the wrong foot in the face of a pandemic and such a big crisis. As long as I couldn't have another safe way to make money, I couldn't let people know my worst side. I couldn't do more than lower my head and put up with it. I was a hostage to my own financial needs, and I wanted to scream with hatred every second that those two damned human beings tried to persuade me. "And you also know that you only entered this company because of our racial quota," Arnaldo said so calmly that he didn't even seem to be offending me. "I don't want to offend, but with your color... It must be difficult to get any job. But he was offending me between the lines, avoiding with excellence that I perceived racism in his hateful words. He could have called me dirty, and he wouldn't have offende
“ Ahhh, you've arrived!”I stopped at the time of unlocking the door of my apartment and turned to the end of the corridor, where a slender and pink-haired figure in a Black Power style was standing, smiling at me. My head was so full of problems and worries, that for a moment I didn't recognize the person who called me, and this left her with a slightly annoyed expression on her delicate face and covered in shiny makeup."Good night, Pink," I told her, opening a tired smile while disassembling the bun in my hair. I kept the lace along with the hair clip inside the backpack, and fixed it again on my shoulders. Pink watched me in silence, with arched eyebrows. "Is it my impression or were you waiting for me to arrive for a long time?”" But of course I was waiting. Did you forget that we were going to have dinner together today?”Yes, I completely forgot. But I couldn't say. Of all the people in the world, Pink Summer "the stage name she used for her presentations" was the only one who
However, the lack of blood family members never shook me. I quickly became part of Beatrice's life and family. So she was the only family I cared about to spend Christmas together, or to send happy birthday messages. Because my real family, which consisted only of a sister who lived in the neighboring city of the countryside, only remembered my existence to ask for money. By the way, that day, I was blocked on my sister's WhatsApp, and I hadn't received any news from my two nephews since my birthday last year, when she sent me a message saying that she wouldn't want me to visit her, because she wouldn't make any cake for me.Of course, I didn't miss the lack of my sister's cake at all, even though she worked as a confectioner and her cakes were wonderful. However, I resent not having a friendly relationship with my family. Because many people beat their feet in saying that the problem was that I wasn't interested enough to call and ask for their day-to-day trivialities, and that that
I laughed softly. One of the reasons for me to be very upset and want as far away from my family as possible was that fact. I had spent the New Year's Eve alone, crying. All because I didn't have many expectations of going out with friends, because I liked to drink, but not like them. I couldn't drink for a whole night and still wake up early to work. Even if the supermarket and office didn't work the day after the turn, I still worked on small secret projects at home. And I always preferred quiet and silence to having to find a crowd of people.However, before my relationship got even stranger with my sister, she asked me to spend the new year at her house, and I organized myself for that. I even had the trouble to buy a white dress just for the occasion. But, as on my birthday " which was a month before the new year" we had a fight, I didn't know I was automatically uninvited to celebrate the new year.I only realized that I would not pass with anyone when I sent a message to my sis
"Assign your saints for me, but I really need a vacation or a discharge session," I spoke with a way of mouth, although my lips have bowed.Beatrice let go of my fingers and sat up in the chair, assuming an excited and enlightened expression, that type that she only displayed when she found a worthy opponent to speak ill of the president she supported."Maybe my mother can make an appointment for you. I ask her to do it for free.”I waved my hand and shook my head in denial."No, Beatrice. It's a joke. You know I'm kind of crazy. I'll be bothered by the things she says, or I'll keep looking for more and more honest answers and I'll end up converting to her religion. You know that I'm a natural stalker and I can't stop spinning my world around something until this something leaves me satisfied. It's better not.”Beatrice crossed her arms, shrugging."I'm not kidding, Tas. Your life will be totally different when you have your first reading of letters. You will change this negativity wi
I said goodbye and managed to escape to my apartment before hearing the affective exaggeration that those two were. Saying that, I mean the popped kisses and the exchange of caresses without the slightest worry that they were not alone. It was a very beautiful love, and I admired them with all my heart. But at the same time, it worried me. He was the typical straight couple who knew each other since childhood and were together since adolescence, and society was never ready for any kind of genuine love. So I worried that something might happen to them. That someone could try to shake the strong relationship that the two had.Bia and Gildeon were my inspiration. The only friends who knew about my strong tendency to the literary world and who supported me tooth and nail. Gildeon even gave me legal advice when I mentioned that I was thinking of writing about a criminal without limits, in which I did my best to put all the details he gave me, even if the story was not read by more than a d