I love my job, there is nth more fulfilling than serving icecream to customers and they get all goggly-eyed and excited like their inner kid comes out and when I'm done I feel like a freaking magician whipping up semi-solid spheres of pure joy and I feel so happy like good job kris you did good. And the ppl are all so lovely and sweet it's really a wonderful environment to be in plus the pay is pretty solid for the amount of work we do. But. When there's no one around for hours other than the occasional tourist I swear it's a hell hole I have resorted to arranging alr arranged spoons and trying to guess which couples are lesbians or a bunch of girlfriends and I am losing it I really am our neighbors look way happier than us and the grass has never looked greener on the other side idk how long more I can take this