The metal shimmers in the sun.
The light catches her eye
And her little hand reaches out to grab it.
A man in his youth,
A man my daughter will never meet.
She will know the stories
She will know his face.
And one day she will see
That he is no longer of this place
But somewhere better,
The image of him sparkles in the sun
Like the place where he looks down on us from.
An older woman looked at me as I searched through boxes and shelves of free books for the taking. Among them were some newer titles but mostly older ones- classics and others. The woman seemed thrilled to see me and began to show me other books that might interest me. She urged me to take as many as I wanted to and disappeared to find a box or bag for me to put the stack of books I already collected in.
Before we left that same place, another woman was happy when I told her I had found 11 books to take. “Books come in all the time but no one ever really takes any”. It surprised me a little bit. Bookstores are becoming a thing of the past but was no one interested in good literature anymore?
There is nothing like a good book especially one with a little wear and tear.
Dear Other Supervisors,
I don’t know what you all do when you come to work but it often seem close to completely unproductive. I come in and spend my shift working my ass off because nothing gets done. Almost everyday I hear “it was busy so we were on the registers”. Fool, we work at a Mini-Mart, there does not constantly need to be four or five people on the registers all day. When I come after two days off, it looks like nothing’s been done for two days. Not trying to make myself seem like badass, over-achiever person but apparently I am.
So, do me a favor. The supposed being “busy” and not getting hardly anything done- cut that shit out.
I am thankful for the wife I can proudly call mine. She is a great mother and I see that fact more and more every day. She sings our daughter songs and they have bathtime together. They take naps together during the day and send me pictures when I’m stuck at work. She does some of the sweetest things for me- especially on special days. She does everything she can to keep us safe and happy.
She made breakfast this morning and chocolate-covered strawberries (although it was supposed to be me making them). She and our daughter made me a cute work of art.
I wrote her a poem and am in the or process of making her physical gift still (we had agreed to really celebrate Mother’s Day on next Wednesday) but I could have done more to make today special.
Now that I’m at work and waiting to clock in for the night, I hope she’ll go to sleep remembering her first Mother’s Day as a great one.
She wakes up a little before two when I come into the bedroom to go to sleep. It starts as her stirring to her making little sounds then her fake cried mixed with a few more convincing ones.
Four ounces of formula and almost two hours later, she still fights going back to sleep. When I first brought her into the living room after her awakening, she was completely awake and smiling at me and the lights on her swing.
Now, she’s moving every so often and hopefully falling back to sleep until 7 (or 8 would be better). But I forget about being tired when I look at her. Seeing her smile fills me with so much joy. Watching her sleep calms my mind temporarily.
She is amazing. Someone so small- someone who has yet to learn how to walk or crawl or talk has had such a huge impact on me. She makes me want to be better, stronger, kinder.
I love my daughter.
This weekend will be our first Mother’s Day. Although we decided to celebrate it next week when I have another off day, it will still be a special day. Hard to believe it’s only been a little over three months since the peanut’s been born. She’s gotten so much bigger and she’s almost learned to crawl. I can’t wait for all the Mother’s Day to come and what cute things the peanut will help create or do for her Moms.
I can see myself singing this to my wife in the future, especially once classes start again. Awesome parody.
“Do you think she acts superior to you?”
Maybe it was the fact she was not even ten feet away in the office nearby and could probably hear us despite the door being closed. Or maybe it just was not worth the drama it would inevitably lead to. The graveyard crew has taken the complete opposite of a liking to the new supervisor. The longer she works on their shift, the longer that fire seems to burn and spread. Being young and an often easy-going boss puts me in that position of the one everyone bitches to. Every other day, one of them asks me when I’ll work with them again.
My job, like high school, is about popularity. And despite me still being a complete nerd and over-achiever, I somehow managed to become a favorite to many of my subordinates. Maybe I’m not the most liked but with the way everyone dumps their opinions of everyone else on me, I would say top three. I try to avoid adding gasoline to the already explosive mixture. I have become a fan of the answer “I’m just here to do my job. I don’t need that drama”.
It is true.
It is also true that some of the other supervisors try to tell me what to do because they’ve been around longer or they’re older than me. It is also true that some refuse to work half the time or follow certain rules, even when given a friendly warning.
But that’s life.
I’m sure every job everywhere has at least a little bit of this nonsense going on. Doesn’t help that I work in retail- the career most people don’t want and often use as a stepping stone to other opportunities or for some “easy” money.
I promise it is not all bad- it’s just been a rough week.