It seemed as if I had found myself in a somewhat bearable summer routine these past few weeks at my new job at a housewares department store, until of course today happened, and I suspect that this mounting anxiety is wearing the strength of my "working retail" camels back quite thin. There's nothing more motivating to make a life change then rolling and stacking carpets at 9am on a stat holiday, especially when your missing out on a fantastic daytime party across town. I was standing there, staring at the mound of carpets left to be sorted and rolled up thinking "as if this morning could be any worse" when a panicked customer slash human/lassie hybrid ran up to me, trying to stutter out a panicked tale of how the plumbing in the washroom had gone all poltergeist on him. Mere moments later, I watched in awe as water came seeping through the floor boards of the wall surrounding the disaster zone, and a tidal wave of thankfully clean bathroom water came hurdling towards the carpets department. It is usually moments like these that I flee the scene, and act shocked when I stroll by later, after the clean-up tasks have been assigned. After hour three of operation water mop-up my rage-o-meter was reaching alarming territory, and I was beginning to have flash backs to the breaking point of many of my other infamously hideous working positions, however in past positions, I've usually got a few months of experience under my belt justifying the resignation paperwork. I was missing TStew's Mexican themed party for an afternoon of water mopping, and I contemplated sneaking away from my post for just a couple margaritas and chimmichangas in Briar Hill. If it werent for the holiday wages, and fear of living in the red I would have busted out my miracas and hit the road. However then I thought back to all the painful things I had endured all year long... Indigenous Rita McNeil, four months without cotton, door to door harassment, and now, a river of pain, flowing all over the place I now make my buck. I've made it this far working in places I would prefer to set on fire, and with people I personally believe should be locked up with the key melted down into worthless pennies.. I can't give up now. I swallowed my angst, did my best to bite me togne, when.. for the first time in my life I saw a woman, whose hair clashed with her umbrella, and mopped on.
Tomorrow is my big day off, and I can gurantee my resumes will be hitting the scene at record pace, in a continued attempt to free myself from these occupations I swore off when I was 21. Oh how naive I was!
B
