Olga's HARD job

HOW 'BOUT THIS:
someone of great importance to me recommended a cashier at Albertsons as a job...
albertsons, kroger, tom thumb--it's all the same. i was immediately reminded of a late night of grocery shopping. i was set to pay and it was all to obvious why "Olga" (i kid you not, that was her name) was working the 11 p.m. shift. i gave her the benefit of the doubt when i asked if her lane was the only one open. her eyes grew as if to say "UH, DUH!" then there was cross examination on whether i had purchased the items on my coupon. then came the sifting through of the bagged goods--to be sure i bought what was on the coupon. but it became all to clear why she was on the skank shift when i asked if she had already scanned my reward card. it was the "duh" look again, and then a matter-of-fact, "uh, you haven't given it to me yet."
hence the asking of the transaction--you mean woman!

to conclude, i was checking out again last week, with my usual friendly cashier. i saw a stack of "We're Hiring" fliers on the counter. i know that job is hard. and there's no way i could talk myself into doing it because, um, it's really hard. to always be pleasant, to hold up lines when i need a manager, to make sure every item scans (note: self-check out fiascos), and make sure i don't screw up the math!
no. i don't think this line of work is for me. if i took the job, no doubt i'd be the next Olga in no time.