Alienation

Work, a four letter word that puts me on edge. It wasn't always like that. I didn't mind going to work, I mean four hours seemed to go by pretty fast. Now four hours is an eternity. I know I started to detest  work once I started to work Sunday mornings. Why, because I work as a cashier at Harris Tetter this means Sunday morning is the worst. Everyone comes to buy there weekly grocery and most of the customers are in the worst mood possible. I became irritated and I slowly started to care less for quality of my work. When there are ten to thirteen people in your lane and every single one has a cart that's overflowing. It doesn't really matter if the cans are baged by themselves or with the fruit. You just want to get the customer out as soon as possible. Being part of this system every Sunday morning becomes tedious. No one really cares that you take you time to double bag a customers order or that you place items alike together. Most of the time the customer will be on their phone and you have to wait there for several minutes till they realize they have to pay. Even when I work the self checkout it's the same. Either the customer will want you to bag their order and will fail to understand the concept of a self checkout, key word self. Or the process of scanning an iteam is foreign to them. Work itself is the one thing that will never fail to make me feel alienated.