It's been a long time since I posted in my blog but I just had to post about a store clerk who evidently hates her job!

Today after the drawing I decided to stop by a store I hardly ever go to and bought some p3 tickets & a couple of cash 5 ones...she had just finished waiting on a man who bought some tickets & he took his and left.

I told the store clerk I thought the display of her lottery cards looked really good as I could see all of them & not have to look behind the counter like at some stores.

  Her reply back to me was "well I hate the lottery". So I said why? Then she said well I'm here by myself and about this time of day people stop by for gas, lottery tickets & others buy stuff in the store and it's just me here because my boss won't hire anyone to help me.  She then said the the lottery buyers hold up her line too long & if it were up to her she would get rid of everything in there pertaining to the lottery.

WELL...I never dreamed when I told her that I liked her display of lottery cards that I would get back all that from her.  Anyway I had won a little bit on a couple of cards so gave them to her & told her to take that out of the cost of a cash 5 & some pick 3 tickets.

  She did that & then a lady came in who was having a really hard time trying to pump her gas so she interrupted us and she told the clerk she used her card but got no gas then the clerk told her when she pulled the lever down before she got the gas it stopped everything or something to that effect & the lady said well have I been charged for the gas etc. etc.

Meanwhile I'm standing there because I decided that I want one more cash 5 ticket and the line by this time behind me was almost to the back wall (it was a small store) so I let them hash it out about the gas & when they finished I asked the lady real polite would she please let me have one more quick pick of a cash 5 ticket...she looked at me like...will you please leave but I wasn't leaving until I got that ticket because something was telling me on the inside of me to buy it & when I get those feelings I had better go with them.

Anyway she gave me a cash 5 qp & I gave her my dollar & I just had to say it...I looked at the man behind me and said I guess I'd better get out of here because I think I'm beginning to make her nervous and he looked like he didn't know what to do...whether to leave or stay...anyway I went out & got in my car & came home.

But as I was driving home I was thinking of how unhappy that poor store clerk was & all of the stress she was under & also thinking about her telling me she was there alone because her boss wouldn't hire anyone to help her...she never should have said that because others heard her & then they knew she was alone & heaven forbid if one wanted to come back later & rob her he would know she was there alone.

Well I said a little prayer for her to be safe & if she hated that job so bad maybe it would be nice if she could find one less stressful.

I guess that poor lady had reached the point today that she just had to unload her situation to me & that's ok too!