It's an average day in our little grocery store. One of our baggers was suspended on Tuesday and we couldn't completely get his shift covered today. We had enough cashiers though so it wasn't too difficult to hop over and help out.
Last hour of an eight hour shift, and a woman and her daughter (probably 13-15 in age) come up. The girl stands at the end of the register while her mom unloads and pays.
Mom: "Why don't you help bag?"
Daughter: "No, I don't work here. That's THEIR jobs."
She was loud. We all heard. We all turned and looked. She gave us this smug, look-how-edgy-I-am look.
Daughter: "I'm NEVER going to work in a grocery store!"
I'm paying for college and saving up for my own apartment I'll be moving into in the spring.
One of my coworkers broke her foot. She couldn't do her previous very physical job, so she works with us now.
My supervisor is providing for a blind husband.
There's a myriad of reasons we're all working in a grocery store and there's no problem with that. We all agreed she would change her tune in a year or two when she needs a job, as the grocery stores are the only places that are consistently hiring.