Graduation, Rants, Smoking, and Work again. Ugh, work.

Real delis rock. You stroll into a homey little store that smells faintly of hickory smoke and pickles, you find yourself surrounded by fresh food, and you’re met by a laid back but hard working, portly, cheerful old fella who doesn’t have an education but does have an apron, a little hat, a laugh like Louis Armstrong and the roughly cut knowledge and wisdom that only comes with the cumulative experience of a lifetime spent all over the place. To say “The World” would be too much, because it gives a definition, an absolute boundary to where he’s been. He’s no great traveller, but we can suffice by saying he’s been around the block a few times and could draw you the route blindfolded.

Ours has Steve, I guess, but he’s dumber than a brick dipped in blonde hair dye.

I wotk at the local Stop and Shop as a clerk at their “Fine Delecatessan”, if you really want to call it that, and although I know I really can’t complain (Uganda, midwest flooding, sinking dollar), it doesn’t change the fact that I am at my lowest there. It’s not that the people suck; Alana’s a lazy bitch, and there’s the aforementioned Steven, but aside from those two, I run with a pretty good crowd (especially Lauren and Annie; they give me FREE FOOD!!!), even if Missy’s a little tempremental.  And it’s not that the customers suck; I get complimented often enough for not being a boring, monotonous idiot that only asks “can I help you” and “how think would you like it?” No, the problem is in length. No one wants to spend eight hours standing behind a counter. Hell, no one wants to spend eight hours standing. It’s a rediculous amount of time in which nothing is forced upon you but the same monotonous routine over and over and over… the pay sucks, the work sucks, and thusly the job flat out sucks.

The reason I’m telling all you this anyways is because not much has happened in life since graduation. …did I mention that? I THINK I did… but in case I didn’t, I graduated High School! Mmhmm! I’m done and overwith! There’s gonna be a hell of a lot more reflection once I’m not being an insomniac (havn’t slept all night, it’s 5 in the morning) and once I’m thinking a little more coherently. Christ, I can’t even remember if I’ve posted half of this yet, and I’ve only posted four times. Short Term Memory Loss is very, very real, my friends, and it sucks to have.

But yeah, that’s my little rant for today… or tonight. Eric’s gonna see if I can hang at his place and get smoked up for the first time. Chances are that Lunchbox and Kirby are gonna be there; they have their own rolling papers, it’s only to be expected. Tuna might be, maybe. Evan, if he’s home. But that’s all for now, and I have to jet, so for tonight/today/morning/night/whatever the hell it is right now…

I’ll catch y’all later. -Mikey