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Some Things About Working in a Starmart in the Middle of Wellington, As Opposed to a Caltex in the Suburbs of Christchurch, Which Make Me Happy:

8. Selling alcohol again (and being sent for my liquor license. Eeexcellent.)

7. Knowing where everything is and being able to give directions. (HOLY CRAP, you do not realise how much it sucks not to be able to asnwer these kinds of questions until you can't.)

6. Only selling one cup of our hideous coffee a morning because everyone buys coffee that doesn't TASTE LIKE SHIT.

5. Being 0.2 seconds away from food that is not pies.
     5a. A Subway on every corner!

4. Being able to play CDs instead of listening to ZM 1000000 hours a day.

3. Things to look at out the window that aren't cars and boring suburban houses.
     3a. Bearded Maori men in corsets.
     3b. Goths.
     3c. Hare Krishnas!

2. Working with keymash.
     2a. Harassing keymash about her music.
     2b. Playing "Once More with Feeling" really really really loudly and trying to guess which customers recognised it (at least three this morning!)
     2c. Talking about television shows I actually care about (See: Supernatural, Heroes, do not see: Shortland Street, Survivor)

1. No petrol, therefore NO FUCKING DRIVEOFFS. \o/

YAY, EVERYONE.

Also! Saturday was Armistice Day, and I missed it for the first time. Please go look up your favourite Wilfred Owen or Seigfried Sassoon poem and re-read it.