Reasons My Job Rocks, Comparitively.

1. Tips. Comparatively: Nicki works at a movie store, and as far as I know, doesn't get much by way of tips. (So bring in your f**king resume, already!)

2. Free food. Tasty free food. Comparatively: Last job, food was only 50% off, and not much better.

3. Breaks! Comparatively: Last job, no breaks unless there was no work left to be done, which is never. Boo.

4. Unionized health/dental plan! Hooray! Comparatively: Relying on Dad's health plan. I think I'm still counted under my Dad's health/dental plans. What happens now? Do I get twice the coverage? Does this mean I can break both legs for the price of one?

5. Physically/mentally-competent people (customers/co-workers.) Comparatively: Last job catered to old people who don't shut their mouths when they eat and was sexually harassed by asshole who lasted all of three weeks in his job, thank goodness. My customers now, even the oldest ones, must be fit enough to travel on their own, and are therefore pretty sharp. People with rest-home tpye problems have aids who attend to their needs, being much more knowledgeable and sensitive than I. Mind you, I am getting my ass pinched by this one guy, but I plan to tell him off next time, and again, UNION! We have a whole policy on that harassment shit and it's posted in the storeroom and I've already reported one fellow co-worker and I'm not afraid to do it again, should the need arise.

6. Famous people! I sell lattes and bagels to famous clientele, including, but not limited to: that evil Russian chick from Goldeneye, but who Jason from work called "The hot girl from X-Men," but she's Dutch for real, w00t!; Stephen Harper, whom no one seems to recognize but me; everyone's favourite ex-patriate in Italy, whjo is evidently very rude in real life; and this kid, who apparently comes through often and orders a cinnamon-raisin bagel with cream cheese, and who was pursued through the airport by my co-worker (the asshole who I reported, actually,) in order to get his autograph. The fact that it was a 20 year old boy chasing another 20-something boy instead of a 13 year old girl positively cripples me with laughter.
I have only worked here a little over a month and the star-studded atmosphere still tends to make me reel a little. All this while wearing a hairnet and up to my elbows in garbage because I dropped another fork in the trash by mistake.
Comparatively: Jackie sells deep-fried chicken to fatties and a certain ethnic group of people whom I will not describe because by doing so I would be saying that they are in the same catergory as fat people and are uncool in inverse proportion to famous hotties. And I am not a racist bigot.
On weekdays, at least.