The quiet mouse

A long time ago I used to work at a goodwill store. It was a nice store. It was honestly my second job ever.

I was trained to put out the z racks of clothing. I really enjoyed doing that. At one point I managed to get all the z racks done and had to wait for more to get done. It was fun.

Then I was trained on the cas register. When management realized that I was good at the register they assigned me to it permanently. By the end of my time there I hated it. I was good at it but I hated it. I was burned out and really didn’t want to do it.