Children can really emphasize how normal our bodies are and how all of our adult behaviors are just things we made up. I’m still trying to teach my son that farts are hilarious. They are boring because he hears them all the time. They don’t really become special until you are with a bunch of adults trying to hide them.
Posts Tagged ‘work’
Sleep has such strength when it teams up with boredom. Mix in a little responsibility and I’m knocked right out. If I HAVE to go to sleep? Forget it. Staring into the dark void for hours on end.
Also I’m doing an experiment and selling my ebooks here on the site as “pay what you want” PDFs. Basically you can get any single book for $1 or more. Check out the ebook store here.
Some jobs are so similar it’s the perks that really make the difference. I worked at a place that had free coffee, tea, soda and bottled water. It went a long way towards smoothing over the sarcastic jerk that owned the place.
I never had a job with a full body costume but I had plenty in the “embarrassing uniform” category. The worst was the pizza counter in a grocery store. I was an “Italian chef” complete with red, green and site patchwork “shirt” that had a sewn on apron. Of course it came with a big poofy chef’s hat. At least I didn’t have to wear a big fake mustache like the dude in the logo I was dressed as?
My kid has much cooler underwear than me. All of mine is pretty boring. He even has some with glow in the dark rocket ships. Who wouldn’t want to show that off to your boss at work?
I wish it was as easy to change an adult’s mood as a small child. Bad news would always be followed by stickers or chocolate milk. “I lost my mortgage but these are some fine gummy bears.”
I wonder if employees at these stores take naps on giant stacks of mattresses in the back. Maybe build a huge mattress fort as their break room. I bet at least one place had a mattress domino rally contest.
It’s weird. I had a few low level customer service retail jobs when I was a kid and they were always pretty flexible about the dress code. The last office job I had involved web design for a large company. They had no retail space. All our customers were through the website but somehow this was where the dress code was the most strict and enforced.
For some reason at my last job people seemed to always be let go on a Monday. That seemed cruel. Let them go on a Friday and have a long weekend to work it through. Don’t make them get up, shower and trudge in to work for one extra Monday.
Our dog isn’t allowed in the kitchen. She knows this well but occasionally the smell of something like bacon will drive her over the edge and she will break it. A quick little “hey” causes her to slink away with her tail between her legs. My favorite part, however, is when I’ll be walking towards the kitchen from another part of the house and suddenly she will go scurrying past me with her tail tucked. Punishing herself for a crime I never witnessed.