Monday, February 9, 2009

Haven't Quit Yet, But I'm Looking

Cutter's Log - Stardate 9002.90.20
Current Song - Hey Nineteen (Steely Dan)


Things get worse and worse for me at work. My day was going extremely well until I lifted up the rug in front of the register area.

It's a fact that the rugs are a piece of crap, but this is one step further. Our rugs are red with a type of black rough rubber to keep from sliding. The rubber had turned into black dust. So there was a rectangle of black dust that I had to sweep up.

I get the mop. There's nothing where the black rectangle used to be. Sure enough, the mop head turns pitch black. I tried to sweep all of it, and of course there's always some left on the floor that can't be seen.

The rest of the store has to be mopped yet. I'm out of mop heads. The black one can't be bleached out. If I don't mop the store Mary's going to kill me.

I place a call to the North End store, and they too are out. First Avenue is also out. I had to drive all the way to Route 30 to get one. That means I had to lock the store up, drive 3 miles to get a mop head and drive back to mop the store. The security tape is running, and it may seem like "what the hell is Cody locking up and unlocking for?"

My days are numbered.

Pretty soon I'll be one of those statistics on the unemployment lists.

I'm trying to figure out if this is a specific horrible experience. I never had these down moments when I worked for Janyce and Manjit. I never had a problem with Jayantial. I did have some issues with Ghanshyam, but they were mostly with consenquence. Mary, for some reason, I can't work out with. Maybe it's because people like Kathy and Mr. Johnson keep a huge watch on their stores. So, yeah, I guess I said it - I liked Jay more than Mary.

But I'm not going back to BP because the way I left still resonates.

Maybe I can settle for a transfer to North End, First Avenue (I'd be the only man I think) or Route 30. Heck, I may even consider working the overnight shift at the Oregon station; and I once worked at a job with a long commute (Crest). I still think Johnson Oil is a good place to work for, but this East End thing gets nuts after a while.


Cutter's Log - Stardate 9002.11.20

A couple days ago one of my regular customers stayed to visit for two-and-a-half hours. Sometimes I think Joe is crazy. He said Blago owned the steel mill and was born in Rock Falls. Ailens came down and told the Mayans about the world ending in 2012.

I should ask him if he's heard of Art Bell or George Noory of Coast 2 Coast radio.

He stayed until 11:45 and nearly all my chores were not done.

I didn't feel as bad that night as I did on Monday.

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