Toeing the line and picking up slack
Yeah, "towing the line" is a corruption.
So, I’ve been living the fast-paced executive life at the Hess station. They hired a couple new kids, Nick and Amy. I’ve only seen Amy for a few minutes while shifts change, but one night I worked alongside Nick. When I first heard about him being hired, my immediate thought was, "Great, I’m fired. They’re hiring my replacement." But now I have no such fears. I’m the hardest worker in that place anyway, but to make me even more secure, both Martin and Marco are constantly talking about how lazy Nick is. However, I had no problems with him. When I worked with Nick, Martin was there too, so we had three people working instead of the usual two. This was because Larry, the big owner, was coming in the next day, and we had to make sure everything looked good. When I was in the cooler with Nick, he actually worked, and for some bizarre reason, he did what I told him. Sure, he wanted to take a lot of breaks, but since there were three of us, it was fine. And also, anyone who offers to share narcotics with me is okay in my book. I’m a simple man, and easily pleased.
Shyom is the token Indian guy working. He works at least ninety-something hours every week. He’s only had six days off this year. FUCKING INSANE! But potentially very funny too. The more I work with him, the more he entertains me. He and Marco curse at each other and tell each other to shut up, and it’s wonderful. Then sometimes Shyom says things like, "Martin, I do Kama Sutra last night." This is great, because Martin and Marco are always telling me about how ugly Shyom’s toothless girlfriend is. Also, anyone who says that accents don’t make things funnier is dead wrong. The only problem is that I only understand about half of what he tells me to do…
Heidi is a Spanish (at least that’s what they tell me) girl who comes in some mornings at the end of my shift to take over. She’s short, friendly, and very cute. I have absolutely no idea how old she is.
I’ve been violating the dress code for weeks now by not tucking in my shirt. I think I’m going to start tucking again, especially now that Paul is coming back from vacation. He’ll yell at me, and after last time, I know I can’t have that, because I’ll probably flip out or quit or something like that. That bitch is not going to insult my intelligence. But surprisingly, I’m welcoming his return, if only because Jim is so inept at the job that he changed the schedule three times in five days.
There are a couple of perks to the job that I haven’t mentioned yet. One is the chance to see the pristine morning road kill when I drive home. The other is the chance to see some people I know, or at least recognize. These include such notables as (first name only, to protect the innocent) Kevin, Emily, Kyle, Mike, countless punks that I care not to associate with, and a few I do. But the punks of Brewster are the subject of an entirely different rant.
So, I’ve been living the fast-paced executive life at the Hess station. They hired a couple new kids, Nick and Amy. I’ve only seen Amy for a few minutes while shifts change, but one night I worked alongside Nick. When I first heard about him being hired, my immediate thought was, "Great, I’m fired. They’re hiring my replacement." But now I have no such fears. I’m the hardest worker in that place anyway, but to make me even more secure, both Martin and Marco are constantly talking about how lazy Nick is. However, I had no problems with him. When I worked with Nick, Martin was there too, so we had three people working instead of the usual two. This was because Larry, the big owner, was coming in the next day, and we had to make sure everything looked good. When I was in the cooler with Nick, he actually worked, and for some bizarre reason, he did what I told him. Sure, he wanted to take a lot of breaks, but since there were three of us, it was fine. And also, anyone who offers to share narcotics with me is okay in my book. I’m a simple man, and easily pleased.
Shyom is the token Indian guy working. He works at least ninety-something hours every week. He’s only had six days off this year. FUCKING INSANE! But potentially very funny too. The more I work with him, the more he entertains me. He and Marco curse at each other and tell each other to shut up, and it’s wonderful. Then sometimes Shyom says things like, "Martin, I do Kama Sutra last night." This is great, because Martin and Marco are always telling me about how ugly Shyom’s toothless girlfriend is. Also, anyone who says that accents don’t make things funnier is dead wrong. The only problem is that I only understand about half of what he tells me to do…
Heidi is a Spanish (at least that’s what they tell me) girl who comes in some mornings at the end of my shift to take over. She’s short, friendly, and very cute. I have absolutely no idea how old she is.
I’ve been violating the dress code for weeks now by not tucking in my shirt. I think I’m going to start tucking again, especially now that Paul is coming back from vacation. He’ll yell at me, and after last time, I know I can’t have that, because I’ll probably flip out or quit or something like that. That bitch is not going to insult my intelligence. But surprisingly, I’m welcoming his return, if only because Jim is so inept at the job that he changed the schedule three times in five days.
There are a couple of perks to the job that I haven’t mentioned yet. One is the chance to see the pristine morning road kill when I drive home. The other is the chance to see some people I know, or at least recognize. These include such notables as (first name only, to protect the innocent) Kevin, Emily, Kyle, Mike, countless punks that I care not to associate with, and a few I do. But the punks of Brewster are the subject of an entirely different rant.