aisle 6 || lrh

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I hated Tuesday's. 

I hated Mondays, Wednesday's, Thursday's, Friday's, Saturday's, and Sunday's too, but I just really hated Tuesday's. Not only do I have to suffer through some shitty school day, I have to endure extra hours at my shitty job at this shitty supermarket on the end of this shitty street. 

I'm sixteen, I most certainly do not need to be put under such extreme labor at such a young age. This is child abuse. 

I trudged through the automatic doors at the entrance of "Gryffon's Supermarket" and went straight into the bathroom. I rolled my eyes at the "all employees must wash their hands thoroughly before returning to work" sign plastered on the door as I went in. 

"Codie, hey!" I was greeted by my extremely irritating co-worker as she stood hunched over the sink trying to re-apply thirteen pounds of mascara. 

I mumbled a greeting in response and shuffled in front of the open sink and mirror next to her. I took an examination of my appearance. My auburn hair hung loosely out of its up-do, my makeup seemed to need a touch-up, my oversized green flannel was buttoned unproportionally, and my black leggings had acquired more holes in the past hour. I looked fucking flawless. 

"How was school for you, Codie?" my co-worker, Anna asked as she pulled her eyes away from the mirror to look at me. 

I shrugged. "Shitty, as usual."

"Well," Anna flipped her blonde hair and gave me a sympathetic smile, "that's what most juniors have to say. It'll get better once you hit senior year, I promise, darling." She batted her mascara-caked eyelashes at me and exited the bathroom. 

"Yeah," I huffed, "'It'll get better once you hit senior year' my ass." 

I spent a few more minutes in the bathroom, hoping to shorten my actual working time. Sadly, that didn't last long, for Anna had already returned within seven minutes. "Codie, you need to pick up your uniform and get working."

I swore under my breath and tossed my backpack on the floor and painfully unzipped it to get out my wrinkled work uniform: a stunning white tee and hot capris with a gorgeous yellow apron to top it all off. Put me on the red carpet; I was born for this. 

I slowly put the uniform on, hoping to shave even more time off my four hour shift. 

"Codie!" Anna called from outside the bathroom only three minutes later. 

"What?" I responded through an eye roll.

"Clean up on aisle three!" she chirped. 

"Fuck," I groaned and left the bathroom. Anna gave me one of her fake smiles and handed me a mop and a bucket of water. "Apparently some kid had too much for lunch, have fun!"

I grimaced at the thought of mopping up some kid's lunch. Jesus, people are so uncivilized these days, what's the deal?

"Why can't you do it?" I asked, handing the mop and bucket back to her. 

"Because I didn't show up late today," Anna answered, handing the supplies back over to me. 

At that point I just accepted the fact that I was gonna have to clean up barf. I gave Anna a sincere sarcastic smile and waddled away with the mop and water. 

"I cannot fucking wait until I can quit this God forsaken job," I muttered as I read the signs of the aisles. "Where the hell is aisle three?" I asked myself as I repeatedly looked back and forth between different aisles. Yeah, I may work here, but that doesn't mean I know the place. Half the time I spend my shifts sitting in the storage room.