Twenty-years, half a pound of this quarter pound of that. Small containter of potato salad, large container of pasta salad.
The not so kind, “What do you mean you’re out. Im going to complain. That’s the only reason why I came” – with a basket full of other groceries.
“I said thin slice!” Pretend to adjust the blade, show them the same slice “that’s better” – the assholes.
Pushed by an ego maniac – the department manager – and the encouragement of a woman introduced to me by the universe at my brother’s wedding, now my girlfriend, I will be clocking in to work the deli for the last time.
Might end up covering a shift here and there, but it’s okay, they know that with the deli I am done.
The job. Underground, redline to Hollywood. In my ears – muisc.
When I’m home, mostly in my tiny studio, there is always music playing. A variety of “genres” sometimes in languages I can’t understand – doesn’t matter. If my inner Self, Spirit, Soul, what ever you want to call it, if it dances I listen. Because I like my music loud, I use a headset. The less I hear of the outside world the better.
The playlist below is my current accompaniment.
It’s my day off and I get a call from one of my bosses, the assistant department manager. An “owner partner” said she couldn’t go in tomorrow because of a doctors appointment. The assistant continues to tell me that he worked with this o.p. yesterday and saw that she looked at the schedule and later in the day even made a comment about who she was going to work with on Thursday. The call was to tell me to cover her shift, that he would deal with not having a mid shift. Tomorrow we get two loads of products at separate times of the day. The department needs a mid shift to cover the counter but because this person – that according to others whom have worked with her in the past, should not have been rehired – customers will probably walk away because they lack the patience or time to wait for service. One of the loads is perishables and arrives at lunch time. Some of our customers only get half hour lunch breaks.
I hang up after the assistant tells me to go in at 1 p.m.
Minutes later I receive a text. To come in at my originally scheduled time, 10 a.m., that this bad for business changed her mind, she will go in as scheduled.
The store manager must be covering up for her because I find it hard to believe the company would keep her on payroll if they were aware of her behavior. So much time and money wasted covering her shifts and worse the stress it causes the department and what it does to morale.
What ever. I feel better now. The loss of my few minutes of peace avenged.
Money is one of the most dangerous addictions, maybe more so than any substance ingested, injected, snorted and or smoked. The people addicted are willing to risk even the very planet that sustains us. Their need for money and its temporary power a definite sickness. It’s most unfortunate that for centuries the masses have been ruled by such addicts.
This tonald dump presidency is full of junkies. The link below describes what portion of our endangered planet they’re willing to destroy next.
It’s always a drag having to leave my work to go to the job. Looking forward to lunch break.
One day no more.
NEVER a drone.
Photoshop is a huge program so you can imagine the keyboard shortcuts are many. If you’re interested in learning these keys I found them in pdf format, four pages with each page containing a hundred or more shortcuts, I think every possible key is listed. – to download the file or print from screen click here Trevor Morris Photographics
A friend recommended this book, I just read the introduction and it’s got my attention. My creativity is blocked and I have to unblock it as soon as possible. Being a corporate wage slave has been and continues to push my creativity further back into my psyche but I know it’s salvageable – I can feel it. I just don’t know how go about it on my own. I’ve been an unappreciated cog, so describes my compensation, that I’ve been neglecting the part of me that is most natural. This book is so reasonably priced that it’s worth a shot.
Don’t mind his horns. There is no evil in darkness. All evils are human.
Clicking on the thumbnail of my image “Content” will take you to the Fine Art America site where you can order prints and other products.
It tried its best.
Carried me and my bullshit.
Two years. More or less.
Mechanic, just today!
“drive it til it clunks out on you.”
No fixing the rattle.
Needs an engine transplant.
10 east, off ramp.
Sharp curve rolling stop.
Gas, there’s that rattle.
Louder? Radio off.
Louder. Damn it.
More pedal…shit, it’s loud.
Round my corner.
Rattle turned Clunk.
I don’t think so.
Lack of funds.
270,000+ miles a full life.
Currently reading: The Ice Hotel by MC Foley