My job is to poison people. I don’t make a lot of money doing it, just over minimum wage, but I started at minimum wage. It took a while before I got the raise; I had to poison people for 90 days first. It isn’t hard, people line up for it. I don’t have to go to them, they come to me and most of them are people who come every single day. They often times have a pattern, they come in at the same time every morning and they know exactly what kind of poison they want. We put it on display; make it easy for them to see. The ones who make the poison make it in pretty colors and give it names to make it sound good for you but it never is. I don't understand why they keep coming, day in and day out. Perhaps they are just in denial. Perhaps they just don’t care. Perhaps they are looking for something else but the poison is easy to come by and hell, everyone else is doing it. Maybe there is something missing in their lives. Maybe they crave companionship and need that feeling of belonging and being with others at the store helps. Interactions may be brief in that line but at least they get to chill with folks who also want to poison themselves. I don't know...I just work here.
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October 2023
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