Beta Still Blows...and I hate/love my job

So, I've done some research as to why I can't switch to Beta. And here's why...it really is a stupid thing. Only certain templates for blogs have been switched to Beta. And apparently my blog/template is one of the few that has not been switched to Beta yet. How stupid is that???!! Seriously. So I just want you all to know that I am reading your Blogs, I'm just not allowed to comment on them, because I am not technologically developed yet. Stupid Beta.
And what does Beta mean? Anyone? Every time I hear the word Beta I think of the Betas from the 70's and the episode of That 70's Show. You know the one where Red buys the Beta and tells Kitty, that they aren't going to watch Roots, they are going to record it then watch it. But Red forgets to put the tape in and Kitty misses Roots. I think that I might watch a little too much television. Not exactly sure.
Anyways, here is a list of reasons I hate my job

• I'm not very good with people. Despite my rep as being one of the friendliest cashiers and I have never had a complaint against me, I still don't like people.
• I have to remember all these stupid codes, that once I get a career, I won't remember what I did yesterday but I will know the code for bananas.
• People always complain about prices with me. Seriously, I will have customers argue about the price of products when I know the price and I know they're wrong. But you know they always throw the "Customer is always right speil"
• I hate my stupid green shirt with yellow logo. Seriously who picked these colors? A blind man????
• I hate that I work, 30 hours a week, make $7.75 an hour and then the union and taxes take about $20 off my $200 cheque...every damn week.
• I hate that we sell bags. Why? Why must we be so cheap? That's why I always give them away.
• People are rude. I'm not kidding you. I have dealt with more rude people in the last six months or 345.75 hours than I have in my whole entire life.
• People let their kids run through the store, open packages, slober all over them and then ask you to scan the product..."Uh no, I don't want to touch that and no I don't think its cute that your little hellion opened up this package of crackers, threw them all over the store and now you don't want to buy it." But I love kids. Really, I do.
• Parents allow their children to climb on the conveyor belts, get behind the register with me and sometimes try to press buttons. In the end, the only buttons they are pressing are mine.
• It's not very challenging...any idiot could do this.
• I always get the creepy, dirty old men, who stare blankly at me, then throw in the occasional "I can't see your name tag" line and my reply as always is "I'm not wearing it."
• And when I do wear the name tag, I get the dirty old men who stare blankly and use my name in every sentence "How are you Adult in Question?" "How long have you worked here "Adult in Question" "You have beautiful eyes Adult in Question..." And you know exactly what they are staring at and let me tell you it is definately not my name tag.
• Oh and did I mention I work in the service industry andI hate people?

Now for Why I LOVE my job.

• I love the people I work with, even Anne who I had problems with before. We get along much better now.
• I can almost always get the time off I need except around holidays because I always forget to hand in my time request sheets. The bookkeeper, always schedules me around the days that I request. For example when I said I didn't want to work past 8pm on school nites or that certain days during the week weren't good for me she said "Okay, no problem. What days do you want to work?" and now that I'm on vaca, I asked for full time hours I got them.
• Despite the colors of the uniform, I can wear whatever black pants I want...including track pants and jeans. Although, they can get touchy about jeans. Just depends who is in office.
• I'm not stuck in a kitchen frying up grease burgers and fries with a diet soda. Also, this gets rid of the icky, grease scent, that no matter how many times you bathe you still smell because it never goes away.
• I like saying "Would you like bags with that?" instead of "Would you like fries with that?" it's all about preferences people.
• It gives me money. Money, that I love to spend.
• Oh and I smell the sweet scent of promotion because I have been training to work in office.