Greek gods deliver pizza too

I push carts and bag groceries.

I was embarrassed as it was my first job basically having to move on to pushing carts and later convincing the director I was able to stock the dairy section. [I'm embarrassed just writing this.]

I remember seeing people from school and seeking to avoid them because it's not a cool job.

I won't lie to you, It wasn't a bad job.

It's not bad when you are enjoying it and taking care of your own business and also caring for how the say groceries are bagged–making sure none of the carts are in their proper place.

I just didn't want to make contact with people. I thought that was what the cashiers did but I didn't have the people stamina to talk over and over again "Hi, how are you?"

("I want to die but I can't tell you that.")

"Good, how are you?"

"Good!"

This is mainly about how unconfident I was seeing a girl I would talk too seeing me push carts say "I'm looking good." then like a trashy indie film walk away as if all that mattered in my life was every moment of pity and patheticy.

I thought about bagging and pushing carts before I made the turn to the neighborhood I am currently thinking about how to get my two cases of water through the door without having to contort my body oddly, even going back for one of the water cases to make two trips.

Something cares and that's why I'm telling you now–!

"Ooo he pushes carts (;"

Someone could say this and think, yeah; stamina kinda goes crazy, when it goes down it goes down.

Maybe not just pushing the carts but focusing on how you push them, you are working there anyway, might as well workout while you're already doing a push and do the pull later! \\ha (:\\

"Girl, he bags groceries (;"

Ooo, he's probably really delicate with his hands and intricate, probably knows how to make you smile with a simple touch.

All these jobs and I felt ashamed to do them.

I still probably would unless I could see myself as doing them more precise to what I'm trying to accomplish in my own life other than getting paid 8 dollars an hour.

Taking note of how I placed things and the care for my own hands not to tweak my wrist too much or the balance of seeing what I could get away with bagging something and how.

They were like "Put the eggs and bread in a separate bag."

and I'm like–

"To reduce to intake and disposition of plastic, the route to take would be to place the eggs down first then the bread on top. The potential for squish is much less depending on how I analyze the customer if I am thinking that so indepthly, otherwise, the bread set on top the carton of eggs minimizes the chances for the bread to be crushed under a carton of milk... [It's like, "look man, I know you don't like how I'm bagging this but I don't see you bagging these, just kidding but seriously; the bread on top is genius because I understand how it doesn't crush fail. Do you want your bread looking like the leaning tower of pisa or do you want your bread looking like a perfectly well balanced on a foundation looks like it was just freshly cut even though it's store bought."]

Personally, I like taking all the eggs and putting them into a bag without the carton.

I would like my milk in a bag as well

and can you take my meat out the package and just put that in a bag as well? Thanks.

Jokes aside, I like to say; working those jobs don't make you a loser.

It just means you can figure out how you're winning in area's no one else would think of.

I also used to deliver pizza's at like 3/4 different places but that's a different story.

Image I showed up to your door like this

–

I can hold up my arm longer than you

I can hold my balance better than you

I can focus on not dropping the ball better than you

I can focus on getting out of the car more stylish than you

I can focus on walking toward the intimidation of new people more beautifully than you... but maybe that's because all I'm saying is–

"Here's your pizza."