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Thursday, May 06, 2004

As many of you may know, I have worked at my part time job for the better part of five years. I began as a bagger at a local grocery store in April of my sophomore year in high school, and needless to say I was excited about my very first job (not to mention my first paycheck). During my last few months at the store, I was a bookkeeper, counting various monies and basically running daily activities on the front end. However, all was not good in the land of groceries, as a wholesale management shuffle forced me under the hand of a very inexperienced and arrogant boss, straight from behind a desk at the corporate office. Terry had her head so far up her ass that if you punched her in the chest you would break her nose. Naturally, her underhanded management techniques conflicted with my experience and work pace. I quit my long time employment in early January of my sophomore year in college.

Four months and many beers later, I was for only the second time in my life in search of a source of income. Many ideas and get-rich-quick schemes came into my head, but the last-minute cramming of spring finals drowned many of them out. When I regained consciousness on the stress-free side of spring semester, many of theses ideas resurfaced. Some were illegal, others were immoral, and the rest were just downright indecent. My last option was to once again enter the world of retail sales. Dick's Sporting Goods was the only store that was hiring and that I actually shop in, so I applied and got an interview. Simple enough, no reason to expect anything worth writing about. At the interview, I got a pretty good vibe from the store manager about the job experience at Dick's. I was excited to see that, maybe there is work after Lowe's Foods after all. And then he hit me with it:

"Now it seems like your responsibilities at your other job there kinda sorta lend you towards a position we have at this here store we call front-end supervisor. You'd be counting up tills there everyday and basically be in charge of cashiers there and the front end of the store, eh? How's that sound to ya?"

The irony was overwhelming. I leave my job of front-end supervising to find something new somewhere else and all I find is more front-end supervising. Even though part of the reason I left my other job was to start fresh, the simple change of scenery, if not duties, will be good enough. I began this process of starting over months ago, and this new job is just another manifestation of a bigger, better me. I don't mind the irony so much, because an ironic paycheck will pay for beer just like any other paycheck. Hey, at least now I have a story to tell at the bar.


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