During a sad point in my deli career, I received a record low Secret Shopper Score, a 31 out of 100, primarily for not smiling. In an attempt to earn my way back into the good graces of HR, thus returning to a respectable deli clerk, I signed a contract and searched for a smile.
From this hour forward, my self-imposed penance will be to make a smiley a shift with the materials at hand.
For when you can not smile the meat surely will. Say cheese.
ew (ella weber)
