Old habits don't die

I mean it - they really don't. From November of 2002-August 2004, I worked at Giant Eagle. I started as a bag girl and wound up as a cashier. It was a fairly awful, thankless job. The hours were bad, and I was always getting yelled at by rude, obnoxious customers for things over which I had no control. Oh, the price came up wrong? Yeah, sure, the cashier is the one who does that. I'm sorry, your bag is too heavy after you told us all to put everything in one bag? That must be my fault and not yours. I should know how much you can comfortably carry. I should also be able to read your mind when you want a product and can't give me a description. At any rate, that's enough complaining. Point is, I was there awhile. And apparently my brain hasn't gotten over that. I wasn't really paying attention on my way to Wal-Mart. But I pulled into the parking lot, and got out, only to see this:

Apparently that's where my auto-pilot takes me. I wish I had gone to Wal-Mart. The cashier was rude, and looked as though she couldn't be bothered to even pay attention as she rang things up. No one offered to help me bag my groceries even though there were multiple people, and not a single employee smiled at me, despite me smiling at all of them.

Oddly enough, it got me missing my job I had there. Because even with crappy customers, cranky bosses, bad hours, etc, I worked with great people. I had more fun at that job than almost any other job I've ever had. Inside jokes between cashiers, hanging out in the parking lot after our shifts, buying each other mint oreos on our breaks. And, ok, occasionally whipping the cart tethers at one another. And you know, I'd rather have a crappy job and work with great people.

And thinking about that makes me even more grateful that I have a job right now where I love the people and the work. I am truly blessed.