Getting a job is never fun, especially when you are still in college, but at least it will help mama pay the bills.
I don't know what I expected to get as a job, but this definitely wasn't it. Why put me on security?
I'm barely hitting 5'6 and I can probably only hurt a fly if I hit it, but it's better than being out on the aisles doing the heavy lifting and running around customers, I guess.
I get paid just over minimum wage - €11 an hour, to watch cameras for eight hours straight a day, there could've been a better outcome but money is money.
I sat down on the, quite comfortable, chair, there is nice cushion on both the back and the seat that makes this job both easier and harder for me.
The chair reclines slightly, and it takes all my will to not fall asleep here. I actually heard a story about how Sameul, one of the other two people who have this job, fell asleep and a robbery happened.
I'm still surprised on how he hasn't been fired yet. Elaine, the girl who had the shift here before me refused to sit and instead stands or kneels for her time on the cameras.
I watched the cameras and saw how the ground employees stack shelfs and interact with customers.
I watched how parents with young kids look in the camera and wave, I always feel obliged to wave back, even if they can't see it.
That's usually how my days go, then I get bored and go on my phone, glancing up a few times a minute to be sure everything is okay.
I did my check up, but something- or rather someone caught my eye. My ex girlfriend.
This can't be real though, because just two months ago I drowned them. And now they are looking at me, like the young kids with their parents do.
But her eyes don't show the glee the children hold. Her eyes showed emptiness and revenge. I felt like she was staring through my soul.
And then she left, I locked the security room door I was in and called for my dad to pick me up after work. I'm not risking anything.
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