Posts Tagged ‘money’

Some Folks…

June 22, 2014

Some people are in it for the money.  Some people have more money than they would ever know what to do with it.  Some people  hate their jobs.  Others love their jobs.  Some love their jobs but hate the pay.  Some people hate their jobs, hate their pay, and hate the way it makes them feel.  I’m in that last camp.  But really I’m not complaining.  I know how it feels to be alive, and that makes all the difference in the world.  I like feeling alive, and the second I walk through those doors, I know myself, I find myself, I am myself.  It’s the only way to be.  A true sense of self is highly sought, but rarely found.  I want a new job.  Yes, I want this new job to pay me well, or better, but I’m not in it for the money.  I’m in it for the sense of accomplishment and the knowledge that I can always do more to better myself, to better the world around me, and to bring more smiles to the frowning faces of the world.  That’s my mission statement….


It was offensive, but it also made no sense…

December 22, 2013

I had a peculiar experience the other day at work.  Well it wasn’t all too peculiar in the fact that I have heard all manner of words and phrases and slurs and adamant belief in foolish stereotypes bandied here and there around the store, from customers and associates alike.  This occurrence was peculiar in that the customer for some reason was trying to explain what he was talking about, when I knew full well what he was saying, and apparently my look of disgust wasn’t enough to give him a hint to cease and desist.  But anyways, this one customer had some sort of squash or the like in his items.  He grabbed one that lacked a sticker so as is common in this case I asked him, “So, what’s the price of this?”  He responded by not saying the typical “I don’t really know,” or the estimations that some customers give in this scenario.  He responded by saying, “How should I know? What do I look like? A woman?” (Insert fake laugh from me here)  I really have no idea what this statement is supposed to imply, other than that men are too stupid to check prices.  But it remained that he meant it in an offensive and derogatory manner, regardless of what he was implying.  But obviously I can’t call people on  things like this, even though it seems fully acceptable to do so, because I need this job right now.  And it would have been a closed case at this point if the talk didn’t continue.  A man behind him in line, a public servant no less(for shame),  decided to turn this man’s comment into a conversation¸ and muttered a bunch of unintelligible stuff to me about how men know what they are doing when they go shopping and blah blah blah, and that women are impossible to go anywhere with because they pay attention to the prices and such.  So like I said, I have no idea what point he was trying to make, but he made it.   Since when is checking prices a negative trait?  It’s impossible to get any shopping these days without budget yourself at least a little bit.  Also case in point, don’t say idiotically offensive things to someone that is unable to tell you to shut the hell up!

Drug addiction is a big deal, thank you very much!

July 24, 2013

So the other day at work, I bought a soda on my break and found myself bombarded with all the Cory Monteith cover stories.  The Glee star’s tragic last days, and all this other hooha met my eyes.  And I said just straight out, “this really makes me sad to read about.  Poor Finn.”  The cashier who i bought it from was like, “what’s there to be sad about, it’s just another dead celebrity…”  What’s the big deal?  Drug addiction. thats the big deal.  Especially when it involves a rising star tragically dying from an overdose.  Who knows just how much others may have known about his issues and all that jazz?  Maybe more of them were actually in the know about his problem. So no he wasn’t just some dead celebrity, he was a young man with a drug addiction,  having had plenty of friends addicts of one sort or other,  I know just how terrifying and life shattering addiction can be.  And it’s no joke, it’s no laughing matter, celebrity or not, friend or not, family member or not, community member or not.  And celebrity makes it doubly hard, “having to keep up appearances,” to keep the public happy, it’s not a good thing.  How many managers and publicists are to blame for not showing their charges in the true light.  Given how big of a fanbase folks like Cory Monteith have, if the fans knew what was going on, you know damn well they’d send their love.  Also celebrities like everyone else will always have the friend that sees their problem and instead of confronting them are just like whatever he/she’ll be okay, I shouldn’t worry about this.  Also who cares about dead celebrities?  I do.   Kurt Cobain, destroyed in equal parts by his fame and his drug addled mind, with so much to offer the world.  Jimi Hendrix and his unrivaled guitar gifts, Jim Morrison, John Lennon shot down at the age of forty by some maniac who believed he would somehow take his place.  People all taken from this world before their time, when there was so much more left to offer.  Just like any normal person offering thier talents and gifts to the betterment of the world.  Famous or not, we all have problems, we all have issues, we are all together in this.  And addiction is addiction no matter who it happens to, and saying someone deserved to die because they were a junkie, is the most shallow and fucked up thing you could ever say  to make light of someone’s passing. So don’t say anything at all if you can’t respect the dead.  That’s the way i see it. 

My thoughts

April 12, 2013

I see the way you hungrily eye my merchandise. 
Is this what it’s like to work in a strip joint?

I feel like a lamb to the slaughter,

Ironic since you’re buying things that are made to kill.

What happens to you and your millions of rounds

When your house catches fire?

“Thanks Obama. This is fucking America. Give me back my guns.”

They never took them away you fools. 

My rebuttal,

“Thanks Obama for being such a great scapegoat for

Gun nuts everywhere.”

Something must be done,

And if you realize that

And aren’t a psycho killer,

You have nothing to worry about,

Your guns are safe.

As safe as guns could possibly be that is.