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Working again....

Since the madness continue around the world with loss of common sense together with critical thinking and questioning, I’m staying put for indefinite time. Last year was bit of turbulent year but eventually it settled into so called normality. The working life started over again but this time in simple form of sale assistant at petrol station. Amazing feeling of simply not having any responsibility in work except top show up and follow directions. After years of creating schedules, attending various meetings even those “important” ones, sending thousands of emails, planning and controlling budget , and other managerial tasks for peanuts I do nothing for peanuts now, what a difference. Coming and packing shelves, repacking shelves, tidy coffee station and most importantly observing people. Observing people is most important task for me and I have fun with some. Example, couple come and obviously the couple is close as they are stuck together like ham and cheese toast. He aks ‘May I have Benson & Hedges cigarettes, please ?’ and I asked back looking at her ‘May he?’ The view of those two faces…PRICELESS. After initial shock they start ah ah aaa so I asked her again ‘may he have those ? As we all know happy wife, happy life.’ Now they got the joke and erupted in laugh. What a great day at work. Or some other fella coming buy a lottery ticket and after purchasing some of them I say that ten percent is mine from winning, again the look at his face PRICELESS. Some more others jokes like that but I would have to record them or start taking the memory pill as I’m forgetting them. There is definitely something in area, which cause stress to many people mostly women or it is just “happy  marriage” as the Sauvignon blanc is selling better than water to middle-aged woman with bling- bling on their finger. Maybe is the curse of the ring and they all turn to Glum after they put that ring on the finger and only cure is substantial quantity of evil curing Sauvignon Blanc taking orally. On the other hand men must be under enormous stress to perform at home I guess, as they buying Red Bull in crates.  After all, that amount of Sauvignon Blanc wives become frisky and we all know, how tipsy women are.  Not to mention some who come complaining that ‘your car wash damaged my car’ which after seeing the CCTV  footage looked like scene from action movie, where the car rammed to the car wash and after crushing it, hit reverse to the wall and just to be sure hit the car wash again, bastard car wash don’t die.  Ahh what a pleasure work with people and observing them. Not that I don’t work as I do my best when needed but still those pearls of human nature are hundred percent better than any TV series, even those on Netlix. Also all actors and actresses are real life people and not some air brushed ‘mostly for the sake of the safety of other people’ celebrities. I love when someone comes in, half walk, half skating on frosty footpath saying, it is fecking freezing out there and in second sentence asking why the car wash is not working.

              Honestly the work is fun, team is good and on good day with right team in right mood it seems like we are in some TV sketch, cracking jokes and laugh in between the pretending that we are working. Damn those stand-up comics, who are making living just by cracking jokes, without any actual work going on in behind. One day maybe even I become standup comic as I already do stand up all day behind the till and on the shop floor and that is joke. Sometimes I feel like I’m part of some bigger game of TETRIS which is played by some other being in another dimension in game called stock those shelves. If you are not correct the manager come up on screen and took all the shelves out and you have to start again. Usually you are not correct most of the time as there are much more chief than Indians and therefore each chief has his own idea of how to stock shelf. In lame term you have to have patience or be thick to just get on with it, without comment or stocking someone into compactor.