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My work has changed. My job is the same but the place I do it - while it still has the same name on it - is very different. I worked in a grocery store pushing drugs. Now the grocery store has the word CLOSED painted bright and bold and smiling across its face. I can see it clearly across the street where I work now. I push my drugs to more people who have to wait and grow even more impatient. The groceries we once sold have been reduced to 4 very small isles of items and 4 very small refrigerated cases on the end on each isle. Oh sure, if you need milk, bread, or prunes - you can still shop at my "grocery store" .... but for the next 7 to 11 months I am going to either have to bag my lunch or eat at the pizza place next door. (their pizza isn't that great. Only ok in small doses).
I spent all of yesterday monring making that change. I packed up thousands and thousands of dollars of drugs without a care. I haplessly labled them and cleaned their former resting place. Then I opened up an area we called "The Abyss" where things fell and never returned from. For the protection of my customer's right to privacy I cleaned out every paper and every dust bunny the size of my head. There were things resting in there dated 1984 ..... even someone with mild allergies would be sick the rest of the day after having his head in there.
Crossed the street to the drug's new home and unpacked (which always takes even longer than packing). we then reorganized the layout of the drug's resting place 5 or 6 times .... wich takes enough muscle to break a sweat if you're doing it over and over and over and over ,,,,,,, A precious few of us, including myself, started at 7am. We got lunch around 2pm and by then I just wanted to finish. I was sent home right after lunch because all that was left was odds and ends and some cleaning - and people were scheduled until 7 to do that. (I doubt anyone stayed as late as 7).
I've decided that I want to make a photographic timeline of the closed store across the way. I'm purchasing a disposable camera and every 2 weeks I will take a picture standing from the same point. It'll be interesting, I think.
After work - however - I returned home to my girl ... who was waiting for me so she could rush at me as soon as I walked through the door and kiss me. Such a very good day it suddenly was.
She tried to convince me to go to Darien Lake but I would not have it. I just didn't feel up to walking around in a hot public place with a swimsuit chaffing me. I convinced her to have some naked play instead.
Then dinner. Then I just kinda dropped .... perhaps everything caught up with me. I dunno. The restless night that followed sucked a lot ... But I am happy.
- T.C.D.
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My work has changed. My job is the same but the place I do it - while it still has the same name on it - is very different. I worked in a grocery store pushing drugs. Now the grocery store has the word CLOSED painted bright and bold and smiling across its face. I can see it clearly across the street where I work now. I push my drugs to more people who have to wait and grow even more impatient. The groceries we once sold have been reduced to 4 very small isles of items and 4 very small refrigerated cases on the end on each isle. Oh sure, if you need milk, bread, or prunes - you can still shop at my "grocery store" .... but for the next 7 to 11 months I am going to either have to bag my lunch or eat at the pizza place next door. (their pizza isn't that great. Only ok in small doses).
I spent all of yesterday monring making that change. I packed up thousands and thousands of dollars of drugs without a care. I haplessly labled them and cleaned their former resting place. Then I opened up an area we called "The Abyss" where things fell and never returned from. For the protection of my customer's right to privacy I cleaned out every paper and every dust bunny the size of my head. There were things resting in there dated 1984 ..... even someone with mild allergies would be sick the rest of the day after having his head in there.
Crossed the street to the drug's new home and unpacked (which always takes even longer than packing). we then reorganized the layout of the drug's resting place 5 or 6 times .... wich takes enough muscle to break a sweat if you're doing it over and over and over and over ,,,,,,, A precious few of us, including myself, started at 7am. We got lunch around 2pm and by then I just wanted to finish. I was sent home right after lunch because all that was left was odds and ends and some cleaning - and people were scheduled until 7 to do that. (I doubt anyone stayed as late as 7).
I've decided that I want to make a photographic timeline of the closed store across the way. I'm purchasing a disposable camera and every 2 weeks I will take a picture standing from the same point. It'll be interesting, I think.
After work - however - I returned home to my girl ... who was waiting for me so she could rush at me as soon as I walked through the door and kiss me. Such a very good day it suddenly was.
She tried to convince me to go to Darien Lake but I would not have it. I just didn't feel up to walking around in a hot public place with a swimsuit chaffing me. I convinced her to have some naked play instead.
Then dinner. Then I just kinda dropped .... perhaps everything caught up with me. I dunno. The restless night that followed sucked a lot ... But I am happy.
- T.C.D.