"look alive y/n, behind the counter please." my boss told me as she pushed me behind the small counter. christmas time was coming closer and closer and that means present time.
my family was relatively big, and my mom told me some extended family was flying in from different places, and that we were having a mini family reunion on christmas.
there were 2 things wrong with this. one, i hate people and meeting new people, and i hate the stress people put to buying good expensive gifts. this also meant busy hours everyday at work. for me, i had to work with elderly women that come in everyday to buy yarn to make scarfs for their grandchildren.
my job was basically 25% doing my job, and the other 75% is listening to stories about people's grandchildren. this may explain why over the months i grow more and more annoyed at any human that crosses paths with me.
"turn that frown upside down, we are about to open and there are already a few cars outside waiting for us to open." my boss, karen told me as she made her way to the door to unlock it and light up the 'open' sign. a few people have already crowded around the door as they noticed karen through the window.
pray for me.
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my shift was almost done and i was going to fall asleep any second now. these damn people take hours to make up their mind and pay. i would be a bit more happier if they made up their mind before coming to the counter, not just putting it down and asking me if they should get it. most of the time i say yes to save the struggle of them coming back, but sometimes i say no if the yarn hella ugly.
the store was now a bit more empty, compared to this morning and i can probably tend to 3 or 4 more people before getting the hell out. thankfully, their were 3 more customers in line so after this i'm done.
"y/n!" maybe not.
"yes, what do you want? i'm almost done for the day." i quickly send off the customer i was working with and apologized to the next one and told them to wait a bit. karen was calling me and she was patiently waiting for me outside one of the little isles.
"can you help this young lady with reaching a few of the higher up yarn?"
bitc- don't we have stools somewhere in this store? i sighed and walked into the isle to see who she was talking about and i was taken aback when i saw who it was.
"hi, i'm ariana." she smiled and stuck out her hand. i reluctantly took it and shook it. this girl was literally on my radio on my way to work, now she was right in front of me.
"i'll go take care of the counter." karen left and i watched her leave.
"can you hold my basket?"
is this hoe serious?
"i'm not your slave." i retorted and shoved my hands in my pocket. i though it was here to help her with something she couldn't reach, not hold something she could hold herself.
she raised an eyebrow. "geez, my hand was just tired. chill out." i rolled my eyes. then put it in your other hand. just cause you famous doesn't mean i'm giving you 'vip treatment'. well, following her around and reaching stuff is already something i wouldn't do for a regular customer, but karen be wildin these days when you don't do what she says.
"what do you need help on again?" changing the subject seemed like the best thing to do, as much as i would like to call her out on her unneeded needs, she seemed like the type to put me on blast to her millions of followers on ig if i did.
"follow me around because some of your yarn, i can't reach." she abruptly turned around and started to walk away. i stood there unimpressed as i now feel like an assistant to ariana. she seemed to notice and turn around.
