Not a Morning Person here again.
been a long time since my last submission. Well, the thing is, my job at the
supermarket's been pretty good recently. The customers have been nice, there's
been less incidents of sheer what-the-hell, and overall things are going well.
I've even finally decided what I want to do with my life (zookeeper ftw!).
But something happened earlier today that made up for the past couple of years' peace.
I was working on the self-scan checkouts, trying to fix yet another pointless error (seriously, can somebody program one that actually works?). I suffer from anxiety and since the small self-scan area was crowded, I was already pretty tense. All of a sudden, somebody comes up behind me and restrains me.
Immediately my brain jumps into "Oh god who is touching me what is going on" mode. I try to struggle away but they're not letting go. I wrench myself away and turn around to see an old lady.
She tries to grab my shoulders and I put my hands up in a "stop" gesture. She still keeps trying to hold my shoulders and I tell her, "Please don't touch me," as polite and calmly as I can.
She smiles as innocent as can be and says "Excuse me dear, what time does the shop close?"
I'm on the verge of a panic attack but I manage to tell her, never mind the sign with our store hours is literally two metres to her right. She wanders off and I get back to fixing the malfunctioning checkouts, trembling and trying not to flake out at the people walking nearby.
Okay, a few things wrong with this situation. First of all, WHO THE FUCK RESTRAINS SOMEONE TO ASK THEM A QUESTION?! It wasn't like she couldn't tap my shoulder (which I wouldn't have liked, but it's still better than being grabbed!) or even just talk to me like a normal frigging human being!
Ugh. Sorry if I seem like I'm whining, but I really, REALLY hate being touched. Respect each other's personal space, folks.
--Not a Morning Person