Last Song

At the job. Halfway through my one and a half liter bottle of water, finished my sandwich and my side of slaw and it’s time to clock back in. 

Last song, an oldie  but relevant to the times I think. 

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Deli, Done

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. 


Rehired, Why?

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.

 

 

 


Worth a Shot

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.

 


Great Mother Earth – is in danger.

 

It confuses me emotionally when I think of what is happening in N. Dakota.  How is it that people, First Nations People still have to fight for their right to exist – The government sending in law and military personnel not on their behalf but to side with the fucking company that is trying to destroy their land.  How?

North Dakota is only one problem.  The planet is being destroyed world wide.  The film below is worth the time. Be informed.

 


Prop 64

 

Just the other night on Neflix I watched a documentary called “13th” about the prison system.  They can’t be racist so now seems they plan to go after people that use Marijuana.

Vote ‘No’ on Prop 64. Visit VoteKnowProp64 to know why.

Radio “Big Du Du” Velasquez (June 29, 2004 – October 20, 2016)