6am: I woke up this morning, feeling somewhat enchanted, unusually enthusiastic, and ready to work some magic in the retail world... if only I knew what my day had in store for me.
6:45am: Cruisin' down the freeway listening to my happenin' beats, getting all "pumped up" for my big day at work. Today is a "shipping" day, meaning we all have to stock all the new merchandise by 11am.
7:00am: I arrive at work, and make my way to the staff room to place my fantastic perishable lunch in the staff room refrigerator. The door was locked, with a make-shift sign taped to the door, looking like something had escaped from the recycling bin and found its way onto the wall. To my shock and horror our managers decided to "shut down" the lunchroom due to "unacceptable messiness".
7:05am: Rage and disbelief rip through the coat room like a tsunami, and the faces of our employees begin to turn red, even Sarah's. Poor Chiko, a 65 year old grandmother (also with perishable lunch in hand) continued to wrestle with the door handle, not quite sure how to register the sign, or the situation. I knew right away this day was going to be epic. Perhaps epic enough for my swift termination.
8:30am: By this time, I had managed to recreate the ugly up-leading to the French Revolution. "They are forgetting that they need us to finish this project in four hours people! We actually have all the power." I wasn't too upset about the lunch room closing, more about the fact that they neglected to put up a new schedule for the upcoming weekend. Don't they know I have fantastic engagements to attend?
9:00am: Myself, and the rest of the employees (except for Chiko, who at this point was completely unaware of the revolution buzz I was igniting) had slowed our progress down to a slug like crawl. In fact I thought up a few games we could all play to help kill the time, and neglect the work.
10:00am: At the morning meeting, during the ridiculous lecture referring to the lunch room closure, our manager boasted "We were both here for 17 hours yesterday!" I knew this was a lie, because they say it everyday. Knowing what time they both started, I put up my hand asking what was going on in the store at 2am. Later, the conversation morphed into another lecture about how irresponsible we all were as employees, and that our behavior was disgraceful. Again, I tested my fate and put up my hand. "Speaking of responsibilities, when is the next schedule going to come out?" This definitely got the party going, and again was lectured on my attitude problem.
Its amazing how fast time flies, when your organizing a retail coup. My manager, Jason took me aside to try to get some insight on why today's pace was so slow, clearly identifying who was in charge. Side note: Jason has the most atrocious breath I have ever encountered, so bad that I have actually gagged right in front of him during conversation. Keeping my distance from the path of his air sewage, I explained that moral seemed a little negative, but that I had no other information.. keeping my cards close.
The day ended, with the lunchroom unsealed, merchandise left askew, and employees high on revenge, all in all leaving me feeling quite positive about the days events. If I'm not happy with my job, why should anyone else be? On my way home, I asked myself if it was too late to get into religion. Those devoting their lives to JC always seem so happy and positive... whats with that? All I want is to let Jesus take this steering wheel and drive me home, and of course, find me a new job, and transition me into my next phase of life. Maybe if I invested more time in God as a youngster, he would have a plan for me.. and then I could always just wonder what "God's plan was" in times like these. Until Jesus takes the wheel, Ill have to continue running my makeshift coup at work, and become God to those around me.
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