So today I went to the bottle depot...by far, that is the sickest job to do...theres shit flying in their faces when the bottles are being dumped into the childrens pool...the whole place smells like 3 day old piss and its hot in there. The girl that helped me was nice. She talked to me the whole time...which amazes me because she's counting at the same time. I finally got the guts to ask her how come shes in the bottle depot...I said with her people skills, surely she could find something better. She only said one word in her response, which was "prison". I didn't say anything in fear of saying something stupid that would result with her assaulting me. The guy in line behind me decided to change lines after he heard that. She started to ask me questions...she goes...what do you do? I said I was in the oil patch...I figured I should be vague....she started to prepare my voucher so I could get the $$. She goes, I'm Amy. I didn't say anything...my mind was racing to think of a name to give...she asked me the dreaded question...whats your name? She was holding the voucher and I could tell she wasn't going to give me the damn thing until I said a name. I quickly said Felipo and started to chuckle. Usually I can say that shit with a straight face but I couldn't today. She handed me the voucher...I took it and cashed it in and put it in the tip jar. Usually I give it to the person directly but today was strange. It taught me a lesson to not make conversation at the bottle depot.