Punk and Disorderly
Work doesn’t seem so bad lately. I think I might even be enjoying it a bit.There’s something nice about serving people and talking to them. Apparently I’m really cheery all the time, and that weird’s my coworkers out a bit. But I like to be myself. A little ball of positive energy I guess. It’s hard not to smile and be enthusiastic when behind the counter.
“Hello there - my name is Stephen, how may I help you today?”
