Tuesday, November 09, 2004
The thing that I can't figure out is this. Every night at Wal-Mart we have to go push in the buggies. Well, that's not the part I can't figure out, but we do have to clear the parking lot of buggies every night. It's something that a few people at work dread. Some one sarcastically said to me the other night, "I know this is the part that you are going to miss the most."
I responded, "Yeah, you know I will."
Problem is that this is true. It's my favorite part of the night. There are some times when I am so wrapped up in stocking or trying to get the shelves straightened out because of some thing somebody did while I was off, I get mad. Then I go outside. It used to be better when the store was new, and there were less street lights around. You get out in the cool night air, see the moon smiling at you behind a cloud, some times you get to see a shooting star. I always come back inside smiling. I swear it's better for my attitude than an hour lunch break. It doesn't matter how cold or hot it is outside. I enjoy it.
I'm one of the few people that do not complain about it. There are a couple who try their hardest to avoid it. I can't understand that. When it's snowing it's a chance to fight. When it's fall, it's a chance to cool off. If it weren't for that then I would forget there is such a thing as nights. It's not as if there are any windows or clocks in Wal-Mart. (They do that on purpose.)
Some one asked me once why I never went to church. I said that I never felt close to God in a church. May be if church were more like fishing, I'd be there every week. They asked me if I was part of some cult called the "fishermen."
There's nothing more sacred than the moon up above, the water below, some Hank Jr. on the radio, and good woman beside you. You can just hear God in the weeds rustling up the crickets for choir practice. You wouldn't have to ask, "Shall we gather at the river?" because I'd already be there from Saturday night.
I've often asked to be a buggy pusher. It's my ideal job. You just get to work hard. No managers to lean on you all the time because your outside the store. You always get see the good work you do. Heck, now days they even have power equipment to push the buggies for them. I've been told that I'm too important to be put outside. I will miss pushing the buggies. It's my favorite part of the night. As crazy as that sounds.
I responded, "Yeah, you know I will."
Problem is that this is true. It's my favorite part of the night. There are some times when I am so wrapped up in stocking or trying to get the shelves straightened out because of some thing somebody did while I was off, I get mad. Then I go outside. It used to be better when the store was new, and there were less street lights around. You get out in the cool night air, see the moon smiling at you behind a cloud, some times you get to see a shooting star. I always come back inside smiling. I swear it's better for my attitude than an hour lunch break. It doesn't matter how cold or hot it is outside. I enjoy it.
I'm one of the few people that do not complain about it. There are a couple who try their hardest to avoid it. I can't understand that. When it's snowing it's a chance to fight. When it's fall, it's a chance to cool off. If it weren't for that then I would forget there is such a thing as nights. It's not as if there are any windows or clocks in Wal-Mart. (They do that on purpose.)
Some one asked me once why I never went to church. I said that I never felt close to God in a church. May be if church were more like fishing, I'd be there every week. They asked me if I was part of some cult called the "fishermen."
There's nothing more sacred than the moon up above, the water below, some Hank Jr. on the radio, and good woman beside you. You can just hear God in the weeds rustling up the crickets for choir practice. You wouldn't have to ask, "Shall we gather at the river?" because I'd already be there from Saturday night.
I've often asked to be a buggy pusher. It's my ideal job. You just get to work hard. No managers to lean on you all the time because your outside the store. You always get see the good work you do. Heck, now days they even have power equipment to push the buggies for them. I've been told that I'm too important to be put outside. I will miss pushing the buggies. It's my favorite part of the night. As crazy as that sounds.
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