8. Learning How To Use The Lottery Machine Was HARD
Oh god. The lottery machine. The mechanism of death. You were shown on the first day how to use it, alongside the consoling words of "don't worry, it takes everyone ages to learn how to use it, so don't panic if you need to ask for help" Three weeks later and you're still utterly befuddled between a Rollover, the National Lottery, Euro Millions, and the health lottery. While you're finally getting to grips with printing off tickets for people and scanning them through the machine, having someone come in to collect their winnings is something else altogether. Like, you can just hand out cold hard cash to people? That's ok? Really? You're sure you're going to be fired, this can't be right. That's your whole till emptied for one smug lotto winner. You keep your head down for the whole shift in case you just accidentally did something terribly illegal.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
