Sweet Red Bells...
Throughout the day, songs waft down from the speaker and into my ear. I listen, sing along, whistle and make up my own words. This seems to keep the partners smiling and gives me energy at times when I feel one more step will send me to the back desk to rest my head. At least once per day, i am subtly reminded of great times gone past... SWEEEEEET RRRREEEDDD VEEEEELLLLLVET.... Or as many interepreted Sweet Red Bells. These songs always take me back to shifts worked with old friends. I giggle a little, people look at me and I want to tell them the stories that enter my mind,... They wont understand and my story will not come across with the depth it carrys in my memories. So i keep them to myself. Stranger yet, i cant even think of distinguishable stories to relate when asked...its just a feeling I get when I hear one of the old songs that used to be on sheryl crow artist choice. A feeling of familiarity, like an old smell takes you back to your childhood, but you cant quite remember what, it just reminds you of when you were five.
Its strange to work 40 hours per week with, for the most part, strangers... I know that sounds mean, i do like my new partners, but it will never be the same as working in an environment where you know so much about the others, and you look at eachother when crazy customer of the week walks through the door and you both fight the laughter.
I do miss the olden days....We must get together soon :)
Its strange to work 40 hours per week with, for the most part, strangers... I know that sounds mean, i do like my new partners, but it will never be the same as working in an environment where you know so much about the others, and you look at eachother when crazy customer of the week walks through the door and you both fight the laughter.
I do miss the olden days....We must get together soon :)