Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Home Depot(NF)

I was walking into wal*mart today.  As I passed the garden center the smell of fertilizer, freshly water plants and humidity in the air reminded me of my days working at The Home Depot.
I always enjoyed summers the most while working as a cashier.  The garden center would fill with people eager to get started on sprucing up their lawns and various gardening projects.  The Vegas heat was brutal but it was a fun environment with happy customers and the open air. 
Working as a cashier in the garden center provided the most freedom.  We’d self administer our breaks and lunches.  The outside lot attendants would often hide behind the swamp cooler to escape from the sun.  Cute guys to chat with were an added bonus. 
 There was a watering hose that we used to water the plants on display in the front of the store.  Once I saw a lot attendant turn the hose upside down and spray himself under the falling water.  All too tempted by the idea of a cold shower in the hot, hot sun; I waited until he left and did the same thing.  The falling streams of cold water were such a temporary relief from the heat. 
Seemed like a good idea at the time but ended with me fully clothed, wet and sticky for most of my shift.   The answer to this dilemma, well get wetter of course!   It eventually became routine.  The lot attendants and I would take turns soaking each other while playing with the outside garden hose. 
After one of our many soaking sessions we’d duck behind the air of the swap cooler to feel the breeze on our wet clothes.  But sadly our summers had to eventually come to an end and we’d go back to business as usual. 
My usual job was working returns on the close shift.  While it didn’t allow me to have much of a personal life aside from my days off; I rather enjoyed the people I got to work around. 
To date, my store manager from my time at The Home Depot was the sexiest manager I’ve had the pleasure of working for.  At the end of my shift I’d have to take defective material to the receiving department as part of my closing tasks.  He was always willing to help and I was able to enjoy a few private moments with him.  At 19 a simple hello from him would make me blush.   I recall once after closing he walked me back to my department as we talked.  I hung on his every word not paying attention to where I was walking.  I was headed straight for two windows on large carts; by the path I was taking I might have barely grazed them.  Suddenly my manager grabs my hip with his left hand and pulls me close to him.  I can feel the length of his fingers grabbing my side, his breath on my cheek and his palm so close to my bottom.  I was so taken aback by this I don’t realize my head is resting on his chest.  He says quietly, “You have to be careful with those, the edges are sharp, I didn’t want you to cut yourself.”    A few moments later we reach my department. “I’ll get those windows out of your way,” he adds with a smile.  Then he releases me.  

Fair-old poetry(F)

Webster’s dictionary told me fair means
Free from favor; just; what is right and proper
And I said, “I knew it!”
So now I have my case
See my mommy’s a lawyer
So I’ve heard that a million times over
So it’s now my turn
To take my teacher to trial
I’ll build my case
It’s time to get started
I’ll interview the boy with the smelly shoes
And I’ll surely win this trial
With a few more witnesses
I started to gather some questions
Cuz tomorrow I was gonna interrogate the teacher
My mommy walked by to say good night
Instead she looked like she wanted to fight
And asked what the hell are you doing
I said I am going to take my teacher to trial
And I file suit in the morning
Why on earth would you do such a thing asked my mommy
I said mommy it’s not fair
Mommy she doesn’t care
She gave me lunch detention
 And why did she do that
Cuz Anne Marie didn’t believe me
When I said my frog Joey died
I took his body
And put it in her cubby
And at the end of the day when she went to put on her jacket
Oh no, you didn’t
Didn’t what mommy anyways
She found a little surprise in her pocket
Mommy she is such a wuss
She screamed so loud
And then the teacher started to frown
Cuz she knew that I was to blame
And then I got in trouble
No mommy you don’t understand
Anne Marie called me a liar!
It’s not fair I can’t go to recess after lunch anymore
So now my teacher’s going to trial
Honey I think I’ll tell you a story to help you understand
Sweetie do you remember what happened to grandma
Sure she’s dead
They laid her on a fire bed
And now she sits on the mantel
Mommy started to cry
And said good night
And when she woke up the next morning
She said listen here
I would try to explain
But you’ll understand when you’re older
You will drop your trial
And go on to school as normal
But mommy then I am letting an injustice go unpunished
And it’s just not fair
If you continue with this trial
You will march up to your room with a smile
And be grounded for 2 months and a week
Fine I guess I have no choice
But just to let you know
You are committing a serious crime against justice
And I really should go tell the police
Would you like to be grounded for 3 months and 2 weeks
No mommy I’m sorry

So you see the moral of my story is
Fair means justice for grown-ups
So you need to be real sneaky
When filing suit you see
 Cuz now I am bringing trial against mommy
But I gotta clean my room first
Night, night kitty I’ll hide you in the bathtub
Tomorrow we’ll have another surprise for Anne Marie
With the mouse you caught for dinner

Monday, October 29, 2012

Do you believe in MonSters?

do you believe in MonSters
have you seen one before
do you know what they look like
do you know where they live
do you know where they hide

I believe in MonSters
I've seen one before
I know what they look like
I know where they hide

but we're not talking about me here
I want to know about you

did you know a MonSter haunts me every day
he's always there, always around
sometimes I forget he's mine to carry

my MonSter hides inside me
he sneaks about and waits for the right time to pounce
my MonSter trips me at times
I've seen him sit on my hands, legs and feet until they fall asleep
he even hugs me so hard it hurts

sometimes I wonder
am I stronger than my MonSter
can I outsmart him someday
will I ever win our little game
or will he always be one step ahead
leaving me two steps behind

I haven't seen my MonSter in months
and that worries me
because I know he's not gone
I know he hasn't left me
so I'm just waiting for him to attack
with all his hate and vengence

I can't forget about my MonSter
or he might get the best of me