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The Mafia and Bobcats

Today work was...
annoying
and hilarious

Sales are down today.
Slow moments and I'm standing there near the counter
meticulously sweeping perma-dirt out of the old cracked wood floor
and Steven walks up

-- A Few Notes About Steven --
1. He mumbles something fierce
2. He always sounds like laughing, even when he's serious
3. He uses many profanities (not applicable to this story, only a little to the next)

and Steve walks up holding a bottle of ammonia
"isn't this what the mob uses?"
I stare at the bottle in his hand wondering what he could possibly mean
then I think I figure out what he could have possibly meant
and I mutter something about chloroform on rags
and he stares at me
and I stare at him
and we stare at each other
Then I understand
and start to laugh
bubbling from my mouth comes
"no we put vinegar in the mop"
laughing still
"that was weird" he mumbles
and walks away

I'm still laughing

----------

Later comes over the intercom
Hey Sharon (a boss of mine)
there's a cat in the dumpster
and Sharon just about flips a lid
She says enthusiastically over the com
"Capture it and we'll keep it in the break room tonight!"
She justifies this by saying that the last cat she found in the dumpster
she accidentally killed with the high/low

So Steven walks past a few minutes later
"that cat is meaner than shit"
I mean to ask how mean shit actually is
but decide to hold my tongue
Because Jeremy is coming over the com

We hear this yowling and he shouts
"It sounds like a Bobcat!"
and some more rustling

Needless to say,
the cat did not spend the night in the break room

----------

Now for the part that wasn't as entertaining.
It's 8:04 and we're closed
but there is one customer left in the store
which is common,
they enter before we close and need a few things

In this case the person needed some help with screen
but she's already been helped
She knows we're closed
some lights are even off
all of the employees are waiting around
All of the grills are inside
and she decides to meander
for ten more minutes

Then she gets to me at the counter
finds out that half of the random items she picked up aren't on sale
and decides not to buy them
and leaves

Who does that?
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Things I Fear: My Children

With the end of children's shows like Mr. Rogers
and the onset of the chaos that is The Wiggles
I fear that one day
my children will be better at making fruit salad
than friends.
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Things I Fear: Future

Things I fear about the future:

When I inevitably start using acronyms no one understands.

When all I have to talk about is work and my children.

When my children start to resent me.

When the things that drive me crazy about my parents start to be true of me.
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Here

Today I was bothered by the relativity of inspiration
how, in a frenzied moment of motivation
I finished a few agonizing tasks
and yet they are nothing

Or when I told you my greatest fear
and you laughed

And when I mentioned my confusion about the future
it was not met with any kind words
simply "yeah"

But what better could I give?

And so now, tired from a day of action, accomplishments
I stand no closer
to anything
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Off With You

I'm starting to get sick of words
believe it or not (not)
My own words
and the ones that run through my head
of waiting
pushing things aside

I'm tired of postponing my intentions
replacing them with boredom
and disappointment

I will do something
perhaps tomorrow
or the day after that

but someday
someday
I will leave this lethargy
that I unintentionally slung over my shoulder
mistaking it for rest
or warmth

instead it's cold and I will shrug it off

I will

i swear.
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Report

So tonight at work (come to think of it, it's morning now)
So last night, at work
I'm standing behind the counter calling people to tell them their special orders are in
I had about 15 people to call
and I'm using my phone voice
the slightly lower one
the voice of precision

And this guy I work with walks over
"Have you ever considered going into radio?
You have a very smooth voice
easy to listen to
I believe the word is 'sexy'"

by the way
this guy is my dads age.

so I awkwardly discussed how I always have wanted to be an NPR reporter
and we talked radio

so after the feeling of creepiness
and the urge to laugh out loud
faded away
I started to imagine

Now I just need to come up with a kick-ass radio name
Elizabeth Laine reporting from Kuwait
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