Thanksgiving day, and I’m sitting at the Casket Store all alone. I convinced my boss that people die on Thanksgiving day and that we would need to help people in those hard times. So I volunteered to work that day, meanwhile my mom had the day off and promised to cook for once. You see, my mother was never one to cook anything on Thanksgiving, and the only thing I was missing out on was the James Bond marathon. So after all was said and done not one person came into my store and I sat there online bored to death.

When I consider those times, I sometimes wish that the video store had no one come in on the holidays. Why? Because it seems that people put their brains on the counter before coming into our store. I could be the nicest person in the world and for the four seconds that I have to speak to a customer, they consider me the worst person ever. I get paid minimum wage. I feel sometimes that I deserve more.