What is the worst task a courtesy clerk dreads doing? The bottleroom… they constantly break down.
He’s already late and searching feverishly for his time card as the intercom has been blasting his name for the last two minutes. Today is a different day unlike yesterday because tonight… he is the closer.
Much like the closing pitcher, the designated hitter, and the kicker with the game tied in its last seconds; he is the guy that’s depended on finishing the job. He heads towards the one side of the store in which he is the most recognizable figure in the vicinity, the bottleroom.
People acknowledge him and make room as he walks by. He feels like a rock star that’s emptied out his sharpie after signing hundreds of autographs. The sticky residue and bottle caps that litter the floor as well as the smell of alcohol makes this scene only few will be able to endure.
It’s quiet and that’s an uncommon sound. Oozing with confidence he checks one thing after another and then… BANG! CLASH! CLING! The applause, the faces of joy, he’s done it again! As he walks off, the intercom blasts, “we need customer service to the bottle room!”
"We need customer service to the bottleroom!"
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Dude, this post speaks to me more then you will ever know. You probobly remember working with me, but what I may have never told you was that….all that weight I lost, probobly was partly to stress at work…stress that was mostly caused in the bottle room. Torwards the end of my time there, I vividly remember thinking how I would rather people not recycle and my children’s children’s children die from toxic fumes then to ever have to set foot in the bottle room again. But alas, it was a constant burdon on me and the only thing keeping me from potential happyness in my shifts. But, You know this better then me…Currently living in a less advanced place where the bottle room doesn’t exist rids me of the burdon entirely, for now.
Send mr. Hart my regards.
Captures the bottleroom experience down to a T.