Warren Meijer Adventure
Today I awoke at approximately 8:22am. I was on the road to my adventure by 9, the news radio said 696 was clear after the construction. But this was completely a fabrication, 696 and Southfield rd a semi was on fire. The only way to pass was in the left shoulder. This was a complete interuption to my journey, the time lost in the construction mayhem added to this made a 37 min trip an hour long trip.
So as I then arrive in the land of Meijer I said to myself, truely this should not be a problem. When I did Marysville, Mi it was not bad. But this my friend, was a whole nother ball game as they say. Insane traffic congestion in the parking lot, 1 hour long check out delays and mass ammounts of people. I never seen any line move quick or at all. The customers were irate.
I struggled to find out whom was in charge of me, but one white man directed me to where my name tag was located. I recieved my name tag along with my aisle assignment, apparently I got the 3 easiest aisles ever. All I had to worry about was cereal, the Kelloggs rep was there too. She was suppose to fill her Kelloggs cereal that was on sale. She didn't do that, she stood around and talked. Until I tried to find it and asked the "Isabelle or Scott Muprhy" of this store. I asked if they knew of some and they asked her and she said it was full. I eventually filled it out of boredom. This chic was semi arab or really tanned and had a slight mustace. She appeared to be about 42 years old. The type of woman Will perry would be friends with.
I can now fully understand why Will Perry lives in hazel park. he fits in there so well, his style of dress is pretty much the offical style of dress. These people all dressed horrible and were interested in saving money. If i could count how many wic coupons I seen being looked at down the cereal aisle, I would have. But it was too many to recall or attempt to count. At one point I was angery because an indian woman smelled horrible, until i turned and a fat team member was there and he seemed absolutely horrible and I decided Indian body odor was better than his shitty/body odor/dorito smell.
Now at about 1pm I meet this one dude, his name was Mike. I could tell he was a wigger by his voice. he was 28 and talked about drinking atleast twice an hour. Apparently every motherfucker in this store goes to Buffalo Wild Wings next door and gets hammered. I even heard 2 or 3 dudes talkin about how at 6pm they were going to bw3 and gettin hammered off 3 23oz drafts. Obviously Bud Light or Busch Light because that pry is the offical drink out here.
But now back to Mike, there are like 8 dudes named Mike in this store. But this guy was a unqiue wigger. He gave me an assignment because I asked him if he needed help sorting the abck room. I did the back room in 15 mins and I became his favorite worker. He even Joked with the black manager [Shardeen] that they should get me to transfer. THis was a defining moment of our relationship."Are you in a hotel out here dude, we could goto bw3 after work and get fucked up. Theres a titty bar about a block away, we can get fucked up and go there." I was like, "naw dude. I am driving, but if i was out here please believe I would".
At about 500pm he then again said, "Fuck I need a beer, bro when u get off get ur ass a beer u deserve it after all uve done for me". These people all cuss like motherfuckers in the back room, I have made friends with all the black people. Even the ones who made fun of me or pc at our store. This store is pretty decent people wise. It seems like everyone likes each other and works together well.
I sadly think I fit in warren better than I do canton. I actually forgot that I own american eagle clothes and that I like system of a down and that I think Toby Keith is a decent lyrist in his country shit.
Anyways... more to come tommorow or later.
So as I then arrive in the land of Meijer I said to myself, truely this should not be a problem. When I did Marysville, Mi it was not bad. But this my friend, was a whole nother ball game as they say. Insane traffic congestion in the parking lot, 1 hour long check out delays and mass ammounts of people. I never seen any line move quick or at all. The customers were irate.
I struggled to find out whom was in charge of me, but one white man directed me to where my name tag was located. I recieved my name tag along with my aisle assignment, apparently I got the 3 easiest aisles ever. All I had to worry about was cereal, the Kelloggs rep was there too. She was suppose to fill her Kelloggs cereal that was on sale. She didn't do that, she stood around and talked. Until I tried to find it and asked the "Isabelle or Scott Muprhy" of this store. I asked if they knew of some and they asked her and she said it was full. I eventually filled it out of boredom. This chic was semi arab or really tanned and had a slight mustace. She appeared to be about 42 years old. The type of woman Will perry would be friends with.
I can now fully understand why Will Perry lives in hazel park. he fits in there so well, his style of dress is pretty much the offical style of dress. These people all dressed horrible and were interested in saving money. If i could count how many wic coupons I seen being looked at down the cereal aisle, I would have. But it was too many to recall or attempt to count. At one point I was angery because an indian woman smelled horrible, until i turned and a fat team member was there and he seemed absolutely horrible and I decided Indian body odor was better than his shitty/body odor/dorito smell.
Now at about 1pm I meet this one dude, his name was Mike. I could tell he was a wigger by his voice. he was 28 and talked about drinking atleast twice an hour. Apparently every motherfucker in this store goes to Buffalo Wild Wings next door and gets hammered. I even heard 2 or 3 dudes talkin about how at 6pm they were going to bw3 and gettin hammered off 3 23oz drafts. Obviously Bud Light or Busch Light because that pry is the offical drink out here.
But now back to Mike, there are like 8 dudes named Mike in this store. But this guy was a unqiue wigger. He gave me an assignment because I asked him if he needed help sorting the abck room. I did the back room in 15 mins and I became his favorite worker. He even Joked with the black manager [Shardeen] that they should get me to transfer. THis was a defining moment of our relationship."Are you in a hotel out here dude, we could goto bw3 after work and get fucked up. Theres a titty bar about a block away, we can get fucked up and go there." I was like, "naw dude. I am driving, but if i was out here please believe I would".
At about 500pm he then again said, "Fuck I need a beer, bro when u get off get ur ass a beer u deserve it after all uve done for me". These people all cuss like motherfuckers in the back room, I have made friends with all the black people. Even the ones who made fun of me or pc at our store. This store is pretty decent people wise. It seems like everyone likes each other and works together well.
I sadly think I fit in warren better than I do canton. I actually forgot that I own american eagle clothes and that I like system of a down and that I think Toby Keith is a decent lyrist in his country shit.
Anyways... more to come tommorow or later.