I am young and a bit shy,
which I agree is a shame.
I don't actually mind
the sound of my voice, I just
don't like people looking—at me,
at my uniform, which I
never wear right.
'Don’t smock me,' say the fillers.
This is their joke and
I've thought up another one
but haven't said it in case it
comes out dumb.
It's hard to know how to say a joke.
Your voice has to be right,
but you can't really think about it
when you're saying it
like you can't really think about
being on checkout when you're
on checkout. The boss tells us
that wages are the biggest impact
on his margins so we need to
smile more because we are
his loss leaders.
It's like Thursday night netball
when I throw a bad pass because
I was too slow or too quick and threw
to where I thought someone was or
was going to be, but they weren't,
and a groan goes up.
Like—I know. I get it.
It's a bad feeling,
but I take it on board
because it's good to realise
when you've made a mistake.
Everyone's a bit useless sometimes,
though some people don't seem to realise it
or they don't let it bother them if they do.
They just carry on. I would like to know
how to be more like them.
You can always do things better because
there are always better ways
to do things.