My job and my bruises

I recently got a new job at our local grocery store. I do enjoy it, mostly because I love people. But I don't love carts. I try to be optimistic but sometimes I don't want to have soaked hair and wet clothes, I don't want to venture out into the corners of the lot to gather abandoned carts. But most of all, I hate when my legs wack the carts.

These are all from carts, and it doesn't help that I'm very pale.

I would wish that summer would come faster so I could tan and over them up a bit, but OHHHH NOOOO!!! I don't tan. I burn.


At least I get money.