Adventures in Cashiering

Its not really adventures when you've been there and done that and nothing really phases me just random things I encounter during a Cashier shift (Albertsons & Current employment).

Condoms and KY. Let's be real, I noticed every time I've rung up condoms &sensual products I feel awkward. Cuz that person is obviously having sex while I'm not and subconsciously I feel they're almost taunting me. That's true for previous job when older folks be buying them (40+) too. Like,

Customer: Hey I'm buying this pack of condoms because I'm having sex.

Me: That's obvious.

Customer: Why are you not having sex?

Me:

Me: Your total is $XX.XX

eh moving on.

That One Kid Who Wants Their Toy Hella Bad. &starts crying/whining like a mofo, just cuz its on the conveyor belt.

Yup.

That One Girl/Boy You Thought Was Cute Comes To Your Line. Wherever you work your gonna get some eye candy in your place of occupation and if your not salty then you wouldn't try to hit on that person. Sometimes I think if its opposite if you think the cashier is cute, would you go to that line? On second thought, I would just want my shit and peace. So cancel that.

Your Homie Comes Into Your Line After Said Cutie. And they ask about/make remark about said person in your line. Then ask what your up to, then proceed to ask what your up to after you get off, and offer to kick it sometime. I personally haven't experienced this at current occupation, but it has happened at Albertsons.

The Last 15 Mins Of My Shift, I Kinda Dont Give a FK. It could be the best/worst day of work, but when I know its almost clocking out time I feel a little bit better about myself. The rudest/dirtiest/whackest person can come in and give me a hella hard time about everything, it won't matter because I'm not gonna be at the job until the next day.

til the next time

erwin

Stumble and Recovery

I lost/misplaced my red notebook which contained poetry from my 1st breakup in high school circa 2003-2009. Its <heartbreaking/3 and I really don't know where I last placed it. So I took it as a sign to start fresh and bought a new composition book much like those books commonly seen in 90s high school TV shows. To break it in I had to excise some demons and rid some skeletons in my closet that have never been said to anyone and needed to be vented. Moments after I finished I felt relief, a relief that has been haunting me to this day.

-- But if there was a movie in my life, there would have been a dramatic chat with someone asking that person a small, subtle question. Subtle, yet important to part of my past. Since this isn't a movie about my life and I just live it and write about it, no conversation was made. & I just went on my way, because thats how life goes.

I came home around midnight and had this urge to look towards the sky. The midnight sky was so clear, dozens of stars were clustered together shining brightly against the midnight blue backdrop. The vision of the sky left me with wonder and yearning, feelings that I used to harbor. I stood there for 5 minutes absorbing it, and walked inside with a different state of mind.

til the next time

erwin

Paying the Bills Off

I've been employed at this new job (If I already told you where I work, then cool, for those who don't know-- you don't need to know.) for about 3 weeks already and its a better atmosphere than my previous jobs so far. I don't complain as much as I did before, except for the temperature in the store. I know I'll start complaining more months from now though. These are few items I have learned from the time I've started.

• I come into the store expecting to run into people that I know. That means friends, people I don't like, and people who may know my face through other people. Shit its MIRA MESA, I grew up here and this is where I spend most of my time anyways.
• I can't wear red shirts on my day offs. I already wear that shit @ work enough, so I feel awkward and limiting myself by wearing a red shirt. FKT.
• Its easy to peace on this job when you're young (High school-College age), but not really so easy when you get older. This employer is just a stepping stone for other jobs, you know like a resume builder. Ideally, this place pays bills off and gets you work experience. When you're older and you've been with the company for some years, its a really easy no-brain kind of job where you can get $$$, and its just supplemental income for your family.

Like I said right now I'm not complaining because its helping me with some CC bills and gaining income period. But like everything else in this world, it won't last. Me and said employer will have to go our separate ways, because this place is only a means to an end.

til the next time

erwin

Drake: Every Girl...or Best I've Ever Had

I noticed few months ago that this dude, Drake, had two songs out and everybody on his jock. I mean theres hella one hit wonders nowadays when it comes to rap so I dont really give a fuck about what a lot of radio stationsClear Channel pushes. See: J-Kwon. Murphy Lee. Gorilla Zoe. etc. The thing that did catch my eye was obviously his video to Best I've Ever Had.*Though Weezy & his performance of Every girl at the BET awards with underage teens is an honorable SMH Mention.

Drake "Best I Ever Had" from kwest on Vimeo.

Its one of those TheVideoHasNothingToDoWithTheSong videos which is wack in my honest opinion (IMHO), but I'm just a critic and shit. Best I Ever Had is the anti-pimp jam and about that hella down to earth girl whose just fuckin down for you and not a video vixen, so why do more of the same Ye? Here's the thing I don't understand even more, you could easily use this video for Every Girl (We Like Her Too).

Check the lyrics and then watch it mute. [I'd download the video and show what I'm talking about using FCP, but its honestly too much work for this blog]. Well anyways, I wanna just blog out my honest thoughts about Ye's work. It could have been waaaaay better.

oh yeah if you're reading this from Facebook, these notes are automatically transfered here, so my real blog is @ http://erwinism.blogspot.com

til the next time
erwin

Standard Off-Day

I know talk about this topic a lot but its been such a normal thing to me, I kinda expect it and no longer fight it.

I didn't really do toooo much or thought about anything too much, it just was another off-day. I had a deep instinct that I just wasn't internally feeling too good. I even lost my appetite for my last meal, I wasn't really hungry I just ate cuz I know I didn't eat today.

Just another day in the life.

-- win

4th of July

When I got my work schedule and realized I worked on 7/4. I've worked 4th of July's before, but always got to see fireworks. I never really tripped about working because I always got off before they started, so of course I was frustrated. So it was my uber first time never seeing fireworks, it was weird. But before work and after work were definitely highlights. I had hella good BBQ @ Paul's house, like ridiculously so good I'd punch the shit outta yer sister for it. It was like fucking crack. Its always a funny experience when I show up to Paul functions as the youngest person there until one of the homies roll by. I'm 22 and everyone else is 26+.

At work highlights: dope ass latina female came in LOL. working with CB, Adele, and Deo. & ice cream at break.

After had hella good times at Soju Town. Drunk (pitcher and soju). Cream cheese wontons. Erwin stories. Kareoke. Drunk tweeting/txting LOL. Can't really ask for more. So by the end of the night, I honestly felt real good about the holiday and thought it was one of the better ones I had in awhile.

Chyea. So the point of the recap is, I could honestly care less about fireworks on 'Independence Day'. Imma quote CB's brother when he was schooling CB and I about SD nightlife, but still applies here.

"No club is whack. If you can bring the right crowd you can make anything poppin."

^{courtesy google images}

til the next time

erwin

The Grilling

His car pulled into the driveway as he put the car in park he knew what was coming once he stepped into his house. He looked at the dashboard to desperately check if his parents were going to be there. 7PM. Yep, he was gonna get it and there was no avoiding it. No running straight into the room anymore. He knew he had to man up for his mistakes. He left his car and walked into the house with his head up high. He turns into the kitchen and both parents were sitting ready. The dining table turns into a makeshift interrogation room, only if they taught 'how to survive interrogation techniques' in high school things would be a little better.

All 3 in the room makes eye contact and it begins,"Son are you fucking stupid?" The first of many redundant questions to come. "How many times can you get a fucking parking ticket in a week? Is 5 even legal?!"

Too old for a beating, but never too young to hear it. "Sometimes I'm surprised you're in college honestly with all the stupid shit you do. But then again your still in college and your not even close to finishing right? Its been too long you're just wasting your time and money there. You might as well drop out and find a job because you're so stupid. We love you, but what the fuck son? Your smarter than this. Your fucking stupid for putting your family through this."

His eyes don't focus on their eyes but he looks past their heads and tries to daydream to escape this grilling. In his mind he's taken to the beach. A beautiful sunny day with a slight breeze. The water is clean as it can get. The smell of salt water floats in the air completing his memory. Then he gets slammed back to reality as his father raised his voice again to get under his skin.

"What are you doing with your life? It just seems pointless. Are you as stupid as your friends? or are you the smartest of the bunch? God dammit. Join the military, find a job, do something. Maybe college wasn't for you. We try so hard to provide but you spit it up and give it right back. We're done trying-"

"Are we done here?"

His mother and father look at each other and give a subtle nod. "Yeah we're done."

He turns around and heads towards the stairs and finally into his room. The door closes and a single tear drops from his eye. He doesn't bother to wipe it. Just another battle lost.

fictional story and characters.