The Whole World In Your Hands
You move to the front of the store and greet people coming in. Most tell you to f*** off or something of that nature, but some ask for directions to products "My son needs a new football...my sister wants this bra...my wife wants this lesbo magazine..."
And of course you know where all those items are (except for the football, you were never much into sports). Anyway you feel you're doing a damn good job and a promotion is imminent.
But you're in for quite a rude awakening. You go back to the manager in twelve days, telling him of all your good greeter deeds. He says good job, and sure he'll give you a promotion: Senior Greeter. You get to work 10 hours more per week and get a 2 cent an hour pay raise!!!
Unfortunately, this will now put you up to four cents an hour. You figure out that if you want to become a millionaire, it'd take you 9999999999 years, inflation included! Dammit! You'll be dead by then, you're no Moses!
And of course you know where all those items are (except for the football, you were never much into sports). Anyway you feel you're doing a damn good job and a promotion is imminent.
But you're in for quite a rude awakening. You go back to the manager in twelve days, telling him of all your good greeter deeds. He says good job, and sure he'll give you a promotion: Senior Greeter. You get to work 10 hours more per week and get a 2 cent an hour pay raise!!!
Unfortunately, this will now put you up to four cents an hour. You figure out that if you want to become a millionaire, it'd take you 9999999999 years, inflation included! Dammit! You'll be dead by then, you're no Moses!
