"Hi, Mrs. Shlobovitz, find everything?"
"Have a nice day."
"Hi, (unknown person). Find everything okay? Great." Beep. Beep. "Have a nice day."
"Break in 5 on aisle 4!"
Two Parliament cigs outside. Oh, the stress. Ah, the stress. Self-loathing: "Why, oh why, didn't I study in high school?" The five minutes are up. Back to it.
"Hi, Mrs. Jones. Find everything okay? Great." Beep. Beep. "Have a nice day."
And really...that's about it.
Day after day.
Week after week.
Year after year.
At least you're not cleaning up after Broadway theatre-goers.
Until one day you decide to suck it up, go back to school and get your degree. It may have been years since you opened a textbook, but…all it takes is a beep of faith.