The things we see.
Yesterday at work I saw a young girl with a bruise on her eye, she was following behind her parents without any facial expression.
A man with no teeth bought a pack of Marlboro Lights 100's and proceeded to tell me, "Can't beat honest work. Keep yourself honest and you'll do alright."
Two yuppies came in, the typical rich yuppy minus the sweater tied around the neck. The guy was smacking on his gum super loud, the woman proceeded to buy everything and then complain about the prices but buy them anyway. She then asked to see the manager and return a few of the things she just bought.
An old man, his middle-aged girlfriend and her 20-something son bought seperate items but all paid by the man. It appears they were going to Las Vegas, he had two bottles of wet-wild strawberry lube, the younger gentlemen only one and a box of condoms which enhance sensitivity. What caught my eye were the icecream and whip cream which the old man giggled about, I suspect some ice cream/whip cream foreplay. The "son" didn't seem amused.
A group of hispanic boys rolled into the store to try to steal condoms.
It was pay day so everyone paid with 100 dollar bills, totals ranged from $1.00 to $20.00, I needed a register pickup every 2 customers.
I got paid yesterday, I bought Munchies-Flammin' Hot, professional resume folders for my application to the TCEQ, uniball pens, a 12 pack of Coke Zero, and a large bag of doritios.
We held a bbq at the apartment of Magno for Eric; it was his last night with us.
Uli and I made up, it was made official and mandated by Ronny and Magno, it seems they really wanted to make this happen, I feel they feared we would go to war with each other on the mats and settle things with someone going to the hospital.
As the days go on and I continue to work at the store, I feel like I'm put here to see life for what it is: the highs and lows, black-eyed children, movie stars, new mothers, veteran gang members, ex-convicts, and sweet old ladies.
Somehow I imagine how we're all in this together, and the fabric of society is this large quilt where we're all linked together and some of us are the 'dirt' while the other parts are the 'shiny' areas. The quilt has a lot of holes in it, but the quilt-maker is constantly adding on pieces.
Money feels fucking great in my pocket.
A man with no teeth bought a pack of Marlboro Lights 100's and proceeded to tell me, "Can't beat honest work. Keep yourself honest and you'll do alright."
Two yuppies came in, the typical rich yuppy minus the sweater tied around the neck. The guy was smacking on his gum super loud, the woman proceeded to buy everything and then complain about the prices but buy them anyway. She then asked to see the manager and return a few of the things she just bought.
An old man, his middle-aged girlfriend and her 20-something son bought seperate items but all paid by the man. It appears they were going to Las Vegas, he had two bottles of wet-wild strawberry lube, the younger gentlemen only one and a box of condoms which enhance sensitivity. What caught my eye were the icecream and whip cream which the old man giggled about, I suspect some ice cream/whip cream foreplay. The "son" didn't seem amused.
A group of hispanic boys rolled into the store to try to steal condoms.
It was pay day so everyone paid with 100 dollar bills, totals ranged from $1.00 to $20.00, I needed a register pickup every 2 customers.
I got paid yesterday, I bought Munchies-Flammin' Hot, professional resume folders for my application to the TCEQ, uniball pens, a 12 pack of Coke Zero, and a large bag of doritios.
We held a bbq at the apartment of Magno for Eric; it was his last night with us.
Uli and I made up, it was made official and mandated by Ronny and Magno, it seems they really wanted to make this happen, I feel they feared we would go to war with each other on the mats and settle things with someone going to the hospital.
As the days go on and I continue to work at the store, I feel like I'm put here to see life for what it is: the highs and lows, black-eyed children, movie stars, new mothers, veteran gang members, ex-convicts, and sweet old ladies.
Somehow I imagine how we're all in this together, and the fabric of society is this large quilt where we're all linked together and some of us are the 'dirt' while the other parts are the 'shiny' areas. The quilt has a lot of holes in it, but the quilt-maker is constantly adding on pieces.
Money feels fucking great in my pocket.