Just Another Day At Work

Today was the worst day ever. I went into work expecting it to be like any other boring shift, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened. One of our customers, a handsome guy around my age, started asking questions that made me feel uncomfortable. He wanted to know why I call myself 'Mommy' at work and seemed intrigued by the whole concept. Despite feeling exposed and unsure, I found myself engaging with him, playing along. It was just one more thing on top of all the usual retail crap, customers who think they're entitled to everything and coworkers who only care about their own sales figures. When he left, I felt a mix of relief and disappointment. Another day down, another strange encounter in my life as 'Mommy'.