Thursday, August 16, 2012


A barn in the middle of nowhere.

The man drove me to pick up my first check today.
That I was finally getting paid...
That I was not the one driving down the beltline.
Yay! Yay!
I trotted inside.
I'd done my homework on getting paid.
The first check is always paper.
Then its auto deposit.
I could pick it up "anytime"
between 6:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m.
We arrived at 10:15 a.m.
I passed the manager in her office
on my way to the HR office.
No one was there.
Quick as a bunny I was off
to the manager's office.
Only she had managed to leave and lock up.
Eventually I found a manager
(this place has more titles than Carters has little pills!)
and he agreed to get the keys to unlock
the safe that held my check.
He hands it to me with a big smile.
he says.
I look at my check.
It is sad, sickly and pale.
One quarter of the checks that I am used to bringing home.
Heavy sigh.
I knew this would be the case.
I knew what my wage is.
Not a surprise,
but still a wisp of a black cloud.
But it is my day off!
I had money in hand... 
that I handed over to the man for deposit into our account.
The sun was shining
and birds might have been singing if it wasn't so
humid and hot.
my hand rode the air waves out the tuck window
and my grin was tickled by
stray crazy hair.
The man chuckled and asked me not to grow up.
No danger there.
I have been absent of late.
Mostly exhausted by heat and getting used
to standing for 8 hours on concrete floors...
and the stress of that damned phone ringing.
I come home from work.
The house is hot.
I grab Roxy and head for my bedroom.
We barricade ourselves inside.
The air conditioner hums.
An additional fan whirs.
I pick up my book
(Odd Hours)
and before I know it...


  1. congratulations on the check!

    standing on a concrete floor for 8 hours, you're better man than i am, gunga din.

  2. Thanks Billy! Money is right for every occasion, I think and worth celebrating.

    The concrete sucks. But I am doing okay with it. The doc gave me some noninflammatory meds. They really help.

  3. The floors in the places I work are very unforgiving too. If you don't have awesome, and probably unfortunately expensive, shoes, get some. Really. It makes all the difference.

    I mean, go to a place where they measure you (remember that?) and have all the sizes and widths, and get perfectly fitting, super comfortable shoes. If you don't have to wear dress shoes, yay, but at least get awesome, lightweight, super-comfy sneakers or nurse's shoes or something.

    Your feet will thank you.

  4. Congrats on your first paycheck. I know how hard it is to put in your time and then feel almost like it isn't worth it...but I guess some income trumps no income. *sigh*
    And I agree with the man...never grow up!!!

  5. Ugh, I know about the frustration of searching for the right manager when you need something. I'm so glad you got your much-deserved paycheck!

  6. Congrats on the check. Any check is better than no check. It all helps, plus it bolsters your self esteem when you feel as though you have contributed to the household. There is no dollar amount on that feeling.

    Growing up is overrated. I might be getting older, but it doesn't mean I'm going to stop being immature ;-)

  7. i'm glad we all agree you should not grow up. 8 hrs on concrete and constant phones. yeef, i feel your pain. i stand between 6 and 11 hrs and have the phone ring ring ring ring. some days i want to hurl it through the window. glad you and the man had some time together too. that's the good stuff.

  8. Cricket is correct. But, if you can't get the shoes immediately, be sure you get some Dr. Scholl's (or other less-expensive brand) insoles. They will help greatly with soreness from all that time on concrete.

  9. Hope you have a wonderful weekend, and congrats on getting that first paycheck. It is a step in the right direction and it will get better. Take care.

  10. Hey siwwy wabbit, just came by to see how you're holding up. Hope all is well with your and yours.

  11. Hope all is well. Must be busy with work but hope to hear from you soon. Have a nice weekend.

  12. Hope today's 46th Anniversary of Star Trek finds you and your family well. I'll be raising a few cold Romulan Ales later ;-)