Pretzel Girl

"Uncle Billy's Pretzels"

Now, don't get me wrong, my job isn't all too bad. But you've just got to love being paid only minimum wage for dealing with grumpy customers who have been on their feet all day and are trying to handle their fussy toddlers.

The problem isn't only the customers, though. It's also the lazy co-workers of mine that always show up late, would rather be on their phone the entire time, and treat the customers exactly the way they, themselves are being treated, which is usually not respectfully. I'm surprised they haven't gotten their lazy butts fired yet.

Obviously there's a solution to this madness. Get another job, right? It should be easy considering I'm a straight A student, an honest and responsible employee and the most respectful 17 year old you will ever meet. But the problem isn't me. I would get a much more sensible and fitting job for myself, but I can't. You see, my uncle Billy, after a Spring break visit, recognized that I was a teenager who had things to buy and needed a way to make money to buy those things. He had recently bought a line of pretzel shops in a few local shopping malls. He hired me without question and without hesitation. I accepted the job not realizing how incredibly stupid it was until a few days later as I started to be harassed by little 7 year old boys.

While I do have nothing but A's lining my report cards and many letters of recommendation waiting for me if I only asked my teachers, I do have my drawbacks. There's no way I could just up and leave for another job considering uncle Billy gave it to me so freely. He could've hired tons of other girls to take this job at the counter, but he chose me. I mean, I didn't necessarily ask for the job, but it was nice that he thought of me. I just don't have the guts to say, "Hey, thanks, uncle Bill, for the sucky job, but I'm going to go find another one. Bye!" just yet.

It's only been a few months since I started handing out pretzels for a dollar and twenty five cents a piece everyday, after school. And while the job has in fact helped me pay for some of my expenses like gas, car maintenance, and the few cents that go into the jar for college payment, I'm not too attached to it. I would prefer a job that I look forward to going to, instead of wanting to call in sick everyday, but I'm not complaining. The plan is to get a better job within the year, just not yet. It's too soon to break uncle Billy's pretzel-loving heart.