B365V2.96 - Saturday night's all right for what?

Back in the park downtown again, it is a little late to be feeding the birds, so I had my dinner all to myself, a turkey and provolone sandwich with a side of potato salad.

Wow, there is this really tall girl standing by the fountain. She is either wearing very high heels or she has got the Apache Chief thing from the Superfriends going on something serious.  There I go again, dating myself with obscure cultural references that the audience (what little of one there is) will have to look up in order to understand.

Work was a long day today, made even longer by my lack of motivation to be there.  I hadn't even made it in when the phone started ringing, "Matt, the atm isn't working right", so I let out a subtle groan to myself and made my way in.  Fixed the arm, fixed the instant ticket machine, it jammed on a $20 bill on the overnight shift, loaded the milkshake machine with milkshakes straws and spoons.  I don't know what the fuck Sammy is doing there on Saturdays but if I have to come in and do his job then I don't need him clogging up payroll an extra day.  And with Ed leaving for Florida this coming week, those will now be my calls to make.  When I spend a good hour pulling shit out of the basement upstairs to be sold, then I am doing someone else's job, and if I have to do that, then I don't need them.

I also had to make chicken, tuna and egg salad for the deli, break down two weeks worth of invoices for our accountant so people can get paid, go through a bunch of shelf tags and update prices, and place three different orders.  On top of which one of the toes on my right foot feels like I am starting to get an ingrown toenails or something.  It isn't a permanent pain but maybe every five minutes or so it feels like someone is jabbing a pin into my toe.  So once I got to the park tonight I kicked off the shoes and socks, just to take some pressure off of it.  If there is an ingrown issue, I can't spot it with my naked eye, or a fully clothed eye for that matter.    So it will be one of those annoying pains that I just learn to live with for a while.

I did see something today at work, something which I at least thought was funny.   Was outside having a cigarette, just minding my ps and qs when a couple walked past the store.  Anyone who knows anything about our location knows there is a porn shop directly above us, sex toys, blow up dolls, DVDs, and video booths.  Apparently the male of this couple was looking for a job and said something to the female because she looked at him and said, " You want to be a cum scraper?" In reference to what takes place in the video booth portion of that business.  Trust me, if I had that job, you better be giving me a fucking Hazmat suit to clean the porn booths.  That is more than windex and paper towel duty there.

I complain about my job but there are worse jobs out there.  Then again I did work at the Original Hot Dog Shop for over 6 years, so I have had worse jobs.

Really though, I don't get it, I hear people complain about a lack of jobs, yet every day at work I have companies coming in that can't keep good people.  I am not talking about small independent places like mine either, Coke and Pepsi both have said that they can't get drivers.  Mind you my Coke order 3 weeks ago came in a Ryder rental truck.  Why, because they didn't have enough of their own drivers.  I know of at least one other vendor that is also short handed in that department and another vendor who needs quality sales people.  So when I get off of work and people start trying to bum money off of me, I am almost always like, "No fucking way".  I am ready to make a swap with Mexico where we take able bodied Mexicans who want to work and trade them for lazy pice of shit Americans who don't.

Oh well, it is getting late and I should be making my way home now.  Besides, as I am walking to the bus stop I am realizing how many places downtown smell like piss.  America's Most Livable City my ass.