Well I must say I have a new level of respect for every grocery bagger I’ve ever met. Today I finished my first day of work at a supermarket and good grief was it more effort than I had ever imagined. I loved it, but boy was it taxing.
I learned a very valuable lesson today as well:
Klutzes and produce just don’t mix.
As I type this, I’m holding up an ice pack to my lip, nursing the busted lip I incurred while quickly bagging a particular customer’s groceries. There was a line growing behind her, so I was just trying to get done.
Now mind you, I had been training and working for the better part of the afternoon and I had not had a single incident yet (aside from forgetting to ask a few times if they wanted paper or plastic). I had been bustling from one customer to the next, and I had no problem whatsoever.
So obviously the produce had to initiate me into the supermarket club. As I was bagging this particular lady’s groceries, the bag of sweet potatoes was handed to me by the cashier. I swung the potatoes over to the plastic bag, but I apparently was not aware of how close my face was to the bag. As it swung my bottom lip caught the brunt of 1.27 pounds of flying sweet spuds.
Thankfully the customer and the cashier seemed not to notice the tiny bit of blood on my lip and the small bruise forming around it. I smiled at the customer, tucking my lip in a bit so my injury wasn’t evident. My manager came up to me after I put her cart up and I gladly took the cue to go home for the day since my shift was over.
I suppose I shouldn’t have been so eager to put the groceries in the bag, but hey, at least I can say I have an exciting job. Grocery baggers are super hard workers and my coworkers, while I haven’t officially met everyone, seem to enjoy helping the customers. It makes me really excited to work there.
I wonder if anyone else has been beat up by the perishables, but I don’t think it would be a great idea to ask them…