The ding of the register. The frantic gasps of mothers as their child darts off to play. The same words repeated over and over. “Hello, how are you? Paper or plastic? Credit or Debit? Have a great day and thanks for shopping.”

Seven more hours.

I need a loan, too many customers asking for a hundred dollars over. My boss is running around going crazy because two cashiers just called in sick. Make that eight more hours.

I think I’ve gone crazy.

Work in Progress. Based off of my job – which I’m headed to now. A cashier at a grocery store. And it’s two days before Christmas – kill me.