The alarm clock buzzes at 4:45am. I feel that my eyes are puffy and no doubt red. Stumbling over a hungry cat, I make my way to the kitchen. I lose count adding the grounds into the coffee maker. The cool water from the shower is invigorating. I slip the extra strong coffee as I pack my bag. I hope that I am not forgetting anything. If so, I will just have to buy it along the way.
I try to clock in when a message flashes that I am too early see your manager. I know I am supposed to work here today. Looking at the schedule I realize that I am an hour early for work. Perfect. I really could have used that hour of sleep. My manager, however, is happy. The morning is over in a bat of an eye. I am happy to go to lunch. My feet need a rest and the noise from my stomach applies that I am long over due for food. Of course I can not clock out. My manager says “Yes you can. I clocked you in.” I try again with no such luck. She says “I know I clocked you in,” as she is fixing my time.
The hour brake feels like ten minutes. I start my shift laughing with a friend. The manager separates us even though the work is accomplished. This always happens. We try to see how long it will take her. Today only twenty minutes. We still manage to cross each others paths. Yet some how we manage to have a conversation that lasts the rest of my remaining three hours.
I do not feel like changing in the car so I stop at a Starbucks. I feel guilty about using their restroom so I buy a cup of coffee. I should change before I add the cream and sugar. I place it on the table. It spills on this man’s shoes. I want to hide as I feel the heat on my checks. He laughs and says “Having one of those days?” I can only nod and shake my head yes. Contemplating if I should just leave or change he makes me another coffee.
I am on time for my second job. Since I am still in training, I find it rather boring. I keep yawning. She puts me on computer training. Of course there is some kind of problem. She retrieves the manager who says “I clocked you in so what is the problem?” This is live déjà and it is only Wednesday. Four more days to go I think as I rub my forehead.
Tags: cat, cofee, day, humor, job, managers, sarcastic, two jobs
March 30, 2008 at 10:51 am |
These days, it seems like every day is Monday. Ugh. I like your blog, thanks.