Work
I realize I haven’t posted that much about work yet. Time to update…
“Getting to know you”
On my first day, I was sent up to tobacco after finishing in the candy cooler. Shortly after I began in the tobacco area – which is quite hot, I might add – the lady who had been training me looked at me and said, “You ain’t from around here, are you?” You always hear about people saying that, but I haven’t been asked that too much. I know she wasn’t trying to be hostile about it. I guess it’s her way of saying, “So, where are you from, Matt?”
Confidential?
It’s funny how what you list on an application becomes public knowledge before you have even worked one day. Everyone knew I was enrolled in seminary before I ever punched a clock. Lots of people asked, “So, you’re studying to be a preacher, right?” I’d respond, saying, “Something like that.” Then I’d tell them that I was, in fact, preaching that next Sunday. It sparked some interesting conversations on my very first day. One lady has already expressed an interest in visiting our church. I don’t know if it would be better to invite her to a service, or to our Community Group. Who could pass up fondue night?
The Candy and the Lost Ark
The ceiling is at least 20 feet high. The warehouse is stacked from floor to ceiling with boxes upon boxes. At the beginning of my shift, I have to get a train of carts (they call them “buggies” down here…I refuse to use that word in real life. I’ll call them buggies at work, but that’s it!) from the other side of the warehouse and pull them back to the cooler. I suddenly feel like the guy who is pushing the Ark of the Covenant at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Then I can’t get the music (not the main theme, but the eerie music that was kind of the musical theme for whenever the Ark was in the shot…the theme was used again in The Last Crusade when Indy discovers an inscription of the Ark in the catacombs…but I digress…) out of my head for the rest of the night. I make sure not to look into any unmarked boxes, or boxes that look like a Nazi swastika has been burned, because I really don’t feel like having my face melt off (WARNING: it’s a graphic image!).
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Matt, you are fabulous. Thanks for putting a teeny tiny ray of light into this dark night of the retard softball players.
Do you think I could get one of those swastika boxes to open in the lobby at an opportune moment?
You’ve gone from baseball players one weekend to softball the next. Sounds like fun times in the Johnson City hotel industry. I always felt sorry for the front desk people when I was at some youth convention…especially the middle school ones!
Then, of course, there was the incident in Cincinnati…but I’m sworn to secrecy.
Guess I should be glad your boss “lost” my application, with nights of retard softball players and parentless baseball players.
I’ll look for a box. Believe me, if I find one – you’ll be the first to know.
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You’re dying to click on the picture of the guy having his face melt off! I know you are. It’s all because of that warning, isn’t it?
It’s like those evangelism links that say “Don’t Click On This!”
You just can’t resist, can you?