Climbing the store ladder, literally and figuratively

I’ve put two weeks in at the paint department. I’m learning a lot at the store. I have to be good at climbing the ladder. For stocking, they keep big things up high. Early on, my boss told me to deal with garbage cans. The store sells a good variety, from humongous to very large…

I’m ready to open a new can of duties

Soon I’ll get a chance to deep-think the inner meaning of one of comic Steven Wright’s go-to jokes. It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to have to paint it. Find the gold in the everyday, coaxed the dry voice of the curly-haired dead-pan guy who made the late-night TV talk-show rounds so regularly…

Catching the corner

So you want to know how high the flatbed carts are in the retail store where I’m working as a cashier? Shin-high. My shin, anyway. I’m not always the most nimble working my way from the register to the carted merchandise that must be scanned with the portable shooter. Apparently. Yes, I felt it right…

Back to work on Monday, it’s only been 17 1/2 months

Monday morning, I’ll walk into an office and sit behind a desk. I’ll move fingers across my keyboard and work as hard as I can to reduce the pile my bosses put in front of me. I’ll keep all of the emotions inside. The touch of anxiety. The hint of Happy Dance. The inclination to…