Conveniently Convenient

 I'm a people person. No seriously, it's true! I discovered this about a year ago when I moved in with my gay roommates and got a job I didn't need at a convenience store. I've always really thought of myself as a bit awkward and uncomfortable around strangers, but with my new job, I have fun meeting new people and catching up with my regular customers. Maybe it's a part of growing up or becoming comfortable with myself. Maybe it's the good natured people in the neighborhood. Hell, maybe its that, when working by one's self for just over minimum wage, one's drinking can literally go unchecked. Whatever it is, for the most part, I really enjoy my job.

 And it's really the customers that make it fun for me, and I've found out through past expiriences that when you don't really need the job, It's WAAAY more fun. Plus if you work by yourself you are the sole distributer of justice! For example, if a customer is taking eternity deciding on what two dollar lottery ticket he would like to completely waste his money on, it is absolutely within my power to explain to the customer how equally retared all the scratchoffs are and set his mind at ease. Or when told of our pre-piad fuel policy, a customer gets unreasonably frustrated and rude and asks just how he's supposed to know how much gas his truck (it's always a truck mind you) will hold, I can just tilt my head to side and reply sweetly, "Math?". Now that isn't, in my opinion, completely uncalled for.

 Some people say that with great power comes great responsibility (and we convenience store clerks have lots of it), but that doesn't always has to be the case. Which is why most store clerks are complete assholes, and if you're lucky, they will be complete lackluster, personality-defficiant wastes of space that are complete unaware or uncaring of your personal expiriences in that store, unwilling to participate in your small talk or laugh at your ridiculously lame or funny jokes, all the while displaying a blank stare that is pleading for God or somebody to put them out of their misery. But, if you're not so lucky, he or she can just resort to being insufferable dicks to the poor customer who comes in after you. Them's the breaks darling.

 But as I started before, there can be an implied sense of responsibilty with power, and I've been thinking about this lately. I think I've been forgetting that the convenience in "convenience store" is really only convenient for the customer, not me, and when I realize this, other things occur to me, like maybe it doesn't really even matter that I think playing the lottery is the biggest waste of time and resources on earth since the introduction to "Abstinense Only" sex edducation into the school system. My point is, maybe it's time I realized that a little self control never hurt anyone, and perhaps it could help me grow as a person. Yeah. Right.