Dropped off a new batch of my novel "Written In The Stars: The Book Of Molly," off at Dog Ears Bookstore & Cafe. Also, I'm now volunteering there on a part time basis. Stop in Sunday 3/12 from 11-3pm or Wed 3/22 or 3/29 from 5-8pm. Get a signed book and a good cup of coffee...
Dog Ears Bookstore & Cafe
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Monday, February 20, 2017
Delivery People Unsure About New Account...
After their yoga class, Brandon,
Melissa and Jodi (Southtown drivers) would drink Chai Tea and eat Organic
cookies at the local Starbucks while engaging in conversation that typically
revolved around late planes, nearly getting bitten by dogs and the absurdity of
the dead-end sales leads they turned in every month. But, the mood on this
winter night among the friends and co-workers was uncharacteristically quiet
and tense until Brandon finally addressed the elephant in the room, “Melissa...
Jodi... I’m just going to say it, I’m really troubled by all the Walmart.com
packages we’ve been delivering lately.”
“Me
too,” said Melissa crumpling her impish nose, “That offer of free two-day
shipping on purchases of $35 or more is really taking off and those packages
clogging up my shelves are creating such negative energy in my truck that I’ve
hung extra Swarovski Crystals in the cargo area and have misted up my seats
with my favorite essential oil blend, but nothing seems to weaken that evil
Walmart aura. ”
“It’s
really stressing me out too.” Jodi said putting her hand on Melissa’s arm.
“With so many new things to protest, from the repeal of Obamacare to Betsy
DeVos wanting to bring the Kingdom of God to public schools, it’s not fair that
we have to hate on Walmart all over again like it’s 2005.”
The
friends were unsure what to do about this seemingly insurmountable problem.
Walmart was horrible in every way, from the wages they paid their employees to
their huge carbon footprint, but with Amazon relying more on their own delivery
network they needed these Walmart packages.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Random Prompt #297: What Takes Too Long?
My
wife’s work stories always revolve around someone being an asshole to her and
they’re always too long. Trying to provide context she feels it necessary to
give a full accounting of co-workers resume and work history. Instead of
something simple and straightforward like this: “I had this conference room
booked for a meeting at 1pm, but this asshole, Jim from accounting, was in
there eating his lunch and wouldn’t leave.”
To
which I could give a simple fat free response: “Screw that guy, why can’t he
eat his lunch at his desk or in the cafeteria like everyone else?”
But,
no, it’s always this: “You remember Jim from accounting? He worked at HSBC for
Bart Ehrman. Remember Bart, he died of exposure on a nudist beach in 1993? Then
Jim came to work for us, but was a real pain in the ass because he resisted
Excel and wanted to keep using WYSIWYG, do you remember him? Well, Jim slept
with my friend Joyce (sleeping around Joyce comes up in every story) and got
caught and would’ve gotten fired, but the guy from Human Resources, Jay Pribus,
who got fired from being a Buffalo Teacher Federation Rep because he always
sided with the administration, he was sleeping with Joyce too and Joyce said
she would blow him if he fired Jim. Well, this asshole Jim from accounting was
eating lunch in a conference room I booked....”
As
the late, great Benny Sorra once said to me; “You ask my wife what time it is
and she tells you how to make a watch.”.
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