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Its very harsh sound of alarm clock that wakes me up everyday in the morning. There is a button on the clock labeled 'snooze'. I like that word, I press that button many times every day before waking up. I do not get a chance to have my breakfast or read a morning newspaper everyday because I oversleep quite frequently. Then I have to get into the bathroom for preparing my face to hang a constant smile on it rest of the day. I surely get a chance to grab my bag and run, of course, I can not miss that. It rarely happens but sometimes I wake up early and do things slowly.

Then its the mall. I must like it without any hesitation because its what provides me food. When people ask I say I am a customer service person but I have to do almost everything. For sure, they do not allow me to do accounting or budgeting, if they are two different things. And so on. The best time I have while I am at my work is when I go to the restroom, there should not be the supervisor around workplace. I get no one to give me instructions while I am inside the restroom. I hate instructions, but they may think I love it because I have to ask for instructions millions of times a day, what an amazing secret. They like to give instructions and orders, the second one is better. Sometimes I say to myself, "Why do they have to give instructions on how to carry the loads of goods and stack it in the storage....". Nothing is good after one order until you finish the job. I do not like myself smelling due to excess of sweating so I carry one tiny spray. I was working on the counter and the only good thing I heard that day was a customer saying,"I like your cologne". It was the first hearty 'thank you' from my side for the whole day.

Taking care of huge trash cans kills me several times a week, specially when the thing inside is nasty and smells like 'a candidate for the title of worst smell ever'. I am glad I do not smell like that. Cleaning is a good job, I enjoy cleaning the glass windows. Sometimes, I just imagine if I could paint a nice picture on them. I have a diploma on painting, I bet I would not do the worst.

We have one supervisor who is 'way too cool dude' according to my colleagues. He comes to me and says, "wake up bro" several times a week when I'm tired and drowsy-looking. His name is Ray, I like that name. There is another supervisor, Josh, 'never smiling guy'. I have never seen him asking us "How are you doing?" He likes to complain a lot. And if some customer complains about any of the workers, he will burst and the debris of his anger would be more than enough to rip us off.

They hire some people just for a couple of months, actually, many of them. We do not even get to know their names before they quit. A lot of people are fired every month. Some girls like to go around pretentiously, crack some jokes, make fun of things and quit. Some look concerned, high school graduates with a lot of plans. Things come and go.

Some customers like to introduce themselves to the staffs. I know some names, most of them visit regularly. There was a girl whom I noticed last September, and four or five times after that. Her name, as she mentioned, was Jane, not a bad name. She looked nice. Last time, one of my friend there said that she had asked about me and said hello. Its good to be asked about. I never saw her again. Damn, I do not like the month of July, its too hot. I am sweating like hell. It was a million ton of stuffs to carry today.

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