This morning, like any other morning, my alarm wailed its usual bone-shivering song proding me into 'action'. Like a Kodiak bear released from hibernation, I lurched forward from my squirel-like sleeping position only to a standing position very remnant of the third stage of man on an evolution chart. As I moved toward the hallway, my vision still in a slight daze, caused me to collide with the door frame at speeds which resembled the titanic hitting the iceberg.(Rest in peace LEO) My reaction time was only further disrupted by the amazing brilliance of the bathroom light, as it momentarily blinded me creating some sort of Arc of the Covenant affect (-->see "Indian Jones-Raiders of the Lost Ark" for visual reference) as I attempted to relieve myself. When my vision finally returned to normal I noticed I'd better shake a leg if I were to make it to work on time since it was running on 5:45am. Why yes, that is correct; I work at 6:30am every morining, but this morning was special and deserved a few more moments of silent dissapointment as I gazed at myself in the bathroom mirror. For today was to be my first 14 hour day in California. God Bless the USA.
Barnes and Noble proceeded much like it has everyday prior to this one. I walked in, grabbed my scanner, and began re-shelving the previous day's go-backs. This day was slightly different due to the fact I was in a suedo angry sentiment due to an arguement from the previous evening with a lady.(or girl in this case) So intersperced between the songs about drowing someone you love, and bloody knuckles, I finished my carts in almost record time. 10:30 came around rather swiftly as I hit the Barnes and Noble doors without looking back (remember Sodom and Gahmora?). Within 10 minutes I was back at the apartment, within the next 8 minutes I was pulling into the Fashion square Mall's parking facility where I was to park and sprint into bloomingdales for my 11am shift. Despite arriving on time, my efforts were in vain as Diego explained to me in broken English, "You're early to-day, no?" Sure enough, I wasn't due in 'till 12noon, so I returned home to eat a well deserved sandwhich while disscussing the previous evenings engagement with Blade Miracle. (about the girl...I didn't go out with Blade...sick-os)
By 12, I was back on the sales floor. I thought my day would roll on as many of them have before, but today something happened. Despite my desire to quit bloomingdales, my good-natured work ethic garnished a special meeting with Al. It was in this 3 minute private akward festival, that Al told me he was PROMOTING me to my own division and giving me a pay-raise. Why yes, I have only been there for about 2 and a half weeks.
So, now I'd like to quit the job, but I am making MORE money, and I am incharge of my own section of the salesfloor. What is interesting is the comparision to my life to that of The Office. My manager Al, is David Brent. I was promoted, like Tim AND now that I have new responsiblities, I act like I'm important, like Tim. Creepy.
By the end of the day, I had worked roughly 14hours, but was a member of authority. I headed to Robbie Mack's to get some free Pizza from Jeff and sat around with Kuhns talking about my day's exploits.
Gareth Keenan, Team Leader/assistan regional manager (assistant TO the regional manager)
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