Confessions of A Concession Girl

I pushed paper over the side of my counter and onto the floor as Head Manager is standing at my register refusing to leave. She asks me if I did what I just did and I say ‘Yea.’ ‘Never again.’ Head manger says. As if I NEVER clean anything and all I do is stand around doing nothing with my time.

I break my back being nice to everyone and cleaning up and doing the duties expected of me and the ones that aren’t spokenly expected. I clean and clean and clean, though nothing stays that way for very long as the people who come think that it’s just OK to throw their trash on the counters and the floor when there is a trash can just three feet away. Not even that far! It is usually this one group of people (white people) and yet my people (black people) are supposed to be the dirty trashy ones.

They throw their money about, on the counter at me and then complain and curse me for not being able to sell them Icees due to the light being on or the pretezels not being done. Or the popcorn being too cold or too salty or too everything.

They are never satisfied and I am the one with the attitude problem.

I wonder if anyone would even notice if I sprawled out on the floor and died. I bet they wouldn’t. The other workers would just step over me and take their orders and fill them. Head Manager would just look down at me and ask me if I was lying on the floor and before I could asnswer, which I couldn’t because I am dead, she would say ‘Never again’ and give me her ‘look’. Bitch.

I stand in front of my register and let my world take me around in it’s mixed up swirl. I want to fall out.

I can hardly concentrate because my damn celeb crush keeps invading my mind and whipping me up into such a state of arousal that I can barely contain myself. I have a hard time filling those popcorn bags due these fantasies that force their way in my head. And what am I supposed to do?? Damn wild bucking libido!

And what am I left with? Salt popcorn, an orgasm that wants to burst out, tired feet whose cries of pain fill in ears and mind the entire time and a bunch of people who hate me.

I hate my job.

~Danielle