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There I was, walking through the tall wooden door that laid open in front of me. I am about to work what seemed like, the longest seven hours of my life. The bright ceiling lights were shining in my exhausted eyes from a long day of school. As I prepare to punch in my seven-digit number into the register, I could smell the overwhelming scent of pumpkin in the air. Just as I thought, Dairy Queen has now started the bright fall orange seasonal blizzard, The Pumpkin Pie Blizzard. I can just taste the cinnamon in my mouth that is watering over the smell of the pumpkin spice. As the dull gray register spits out my receipt showing that I have clocked in at 3:55 P.M., I look over to the red entrance doors. I can hear an enormous roar, a stampede of customers swarming in like bees that have just been bothered by an enemy. I look at my co-workers and whisper, “Get ready for busy day.”. I stay cool and relaxed and lay my hands on the cold register ready for the busy day that we are about to face. …show more content…

I reach over and grasp the torn, green paper that dangles from the customer's hand. While in mid reach, I tap the change button hearing a subtle ring coming from the register. I am scrambling for change as fast as possible, so I can have the customers move right along so they could go back to their regular day. After taking the customer's order, I slam the drawer shut, and I drop the change in the customer’s desert hand, and finally closing the conversation by telling them to have a nice day with a positive tone. Then off to the next customer in line I go. This constant rush continues for hours on

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