As predicted I did get to hear interesting stories from my coworkers weekends. One of the guys from another department usually has some good ones from going to the clubs.
A bit about my friend before I tell you his stories, hes in his early 20's and is kind of a recent immigrant to the US. Hes used to how things were back in the old country to an extent and is amazed at some of his experiences in the clubs in Chicago. For instance, recently at a club they were playing some old school 80's music that encourages break dancing. So being his interesting self he decides to bust a move. Apparently back in the old country he was on some break dancing team, and no one suspects that a skinny white kid can get down old school. I would have loved to see this in person, but luckily there are cell phone cameras that capture the moment. Being the new kid on the block got him some gripe from the more colorful patrons of the establishment, but it also caught him some ladies.
His latest story from the weekend involved dancing with a rather drunk 40ish woman that was looking for a little younger hookup. She bought him a few drinks and started more than grinding on him. In his description all of a sudden her leg was on my shoulder on the dance floor.Meanwhile, another one of my co workers was dancing with a "lady" near by and when the guy with the cougar was trying to get his attention to tell him he was leaving with her he realized that my naive friend was infact dancing with a guy wearing a dress. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but my unsuspecting polish friend was not expecting this "hot chick" to be a dude.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
A case of the Mondays
So as I sit here not wanting to go to work on a Monday morning I can't help but think that its not just Mondays that I don't want to go to work. Days that end in y are pretty much the days that I don't want to attend. Sometimes Mondays aren't the worst day of the week, especially when I work the weekend and a Monday is like a Friday.
One of the worst things is coming in and hearing from coworkers how the weekend was when they were working. I avoid thinking about work when I am not there, but when I walk in the door and there is a barrage of questions backed up from the weekend, or more than a few stories of hellish customers, it brings more of a downer. Then there is Nancy who works in the story, Nancy is very negative. She has worked for the company way too long, and her negative just rubs off on everyone. Sour grapes would be sweet compared to her attitude. I've tried helping Nancy with some stuff outside of work to maybe think that it would help her overall outlook of not niceness. But, no Nancy is just plain old bitter and spiteful. If she saw the wicked witch get a house dropped on her, she would simply say that there's another old bitty lined up to take her place. Maybe someone should drop a house on Nancy to improve her charm.
But nonetheless, today is a Monday and I get to look forward to being asked where the paint department is, where are the strews, and an assortment of other odd questions from customers and fellow team members. Maybe today I will be lucky and I won't get forced into being a cashier, or get hit with a 2x4, or have to listen to people complain about their jobs. Today can go smoothly and cheerfully.
One of the worst things is coming in and hearing from coworkers how the weekend was when they were working. I avoid thinking about work when I am not there, but when I walk in the door and there is a barrage of questions backed up from the weekend, or more than a few stories of hellish customers, it brings more of a downer. Then there is Nancy who works in the story, Nancy is very negative. She has worked for the company way too long, and her negative just rubs off on everyone. Sour grapes would be sweet compared to her attitude. I've tried helping Nancy with some stuff outside of work to maybe think that it would help her overall outlook of not niceness. But, no Nancy is just plain old bitter and spiteful. If she saw the wicked witch get a house dropped on her, she would simply say that there's another old bitty lined up to take her place. Maybe someone should drop a house on Nancy to improve her charm.
But nonetheless, today is a Monday and I get to look forward to being asked where the paint department is, where are the strews, and an assortment of other odd questions from customers and fellow team members. Maybe today I will be lucky and I won't get forced into being a cashier, or get hit with a 2x4, or have to listen to people complain about their jobs. Today can go smoothly and cheerfully.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Anniversarys
So this week I "celebrated" my 8th anniversary of working for my company. Its not really a thing to celebrate in my book. Am I grateful I've had a job for the past 8 years, sure. Am I happy with the job I have, no. Today I told someone that it was my anniversary at work, and the were like, "Oh, I'm sorry. I've only been here 6 years and I want to quit". That kindof makes me feel like an ass hole.
There are some of positives of working in the same company for so long:
1. I have an extensive collection of polyester polo shirts. They are unflattering and over sized, but the sheer abundance of them allows me to go over a week without doing laundry.
2. I get to meet some of the most interesting people. There is the nutty chicken lady who lives in the city and has chickens running around her house, and tells me interesting stories about growing up in Germany. There is the crazy old guy with the drunk son who comes in like twice a day trying to come up with new schemes to fix his house. He always has the same stories about the westside neighborhood back in the 1940's. Ooo theres the one strange tall guy who comes dressed in different costumes. Sometimes hes wearing a hat that looks like he should be in a rice patty. Other times he looks like a biker with leather pants. I haven't really talked to him too much cause hes kindof scary, but hes interesting.
3. I do have great co workers. As much as I don't like my job the people I work with are the reason I keep attending. There are a few who I can't stand and would like to throw under a bus, but for the most part people I work with are good shit.
4. Where else could I work that I would get to make people feel stupid every day? I know its not very nice to make people feel dumb, but it makes me laugh when people ask where the bathroom is in my store when I am in the main aisle. Its not as fun when I'm farther away, but if I'm in the main aisle and I tell them to turn around and read the 10 ft long neon green electric sign that says restrooms. It makes me laugh on the inside and they feel stupid.
There are some of positives of working in the same company for so long:
1. I have an extensive collection of polyester polo shirts. They are unflattering and over sized, but the sheer abundance of them allows me to go over a week without doing laundry.
2. I get to meet some of the most interesting people. There is the nutty chicken lady who lives in the city and has chickens running around her house, and tells me interesting stories about growing up in Germany. There is the crazy old guy with the drunk son who comes in like twice a day trying to come up with new schemes to fix his house. He always has the same stories about the westside neighborhood back in the 1940's. Ooo theres the one strange tall guy who comes dressed in different costumes. Sometimes hes wearing a hat that looks like he should be in a rice patty. Other times he looks like a biker with leather pants. I haven't really talked to him too much cause hes kindof scary, but hes interesting.
3. I do have great co workers. As much as I don't like my job the people I work with are the reason I keep attending. There are a few who I can't stand and would like to throw under a bus, but for the most part people I work with are good shit.
4. Where else could I work that I would get to make people feel stupid every day? I know its not very nice to make people feel dumb, but it makes me laugh when people ask where the bathroom is in my store when I am in the main aisle. Its not as fun when I'm farther away, but if I'm in the main aisle and I tell them to turn around and read the 10 ft long neon green electric sign that says restrooms. It makes me laugh on the inside and they feel stupid.
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