9 to 5
to
all my coworkers then and now
“…there
is nothing
that will put a person
more in touch
with the realities
than
an 8 hour job.”
that will put a person
more in touch
with the realities
than
an 8 hour job.”
-Charles Bukowski
I grew
up in the service industry. waiting on
everyone else.
there
is nothing worse than waiting on everyone else.
no matter who you are and how much money you make there comes this
unequivocal sense of entitlement when approached by someone in an apron and a
nametag. especially if you’ve never experienced
firsthand the misfortunes of service. and
to be the recipient of such unadulterated privilege is perhaps the greatest
provocation for madness.
I’ve
often contemplated the ruin of certain customers in my tenure. some more subtle than others. a few drops of mop water in your diet
soda. steam a scab into your latte. even play with my ass a little before handing
you your breakfast sandwich. the cornerstone
of any nutritious beginning.
while others
would receive a more gratifying convolution. I would leap through the drive-thru window
strangling the cigarette from your lips as your children route me on. I would tackle you in the lobby after you
refused to tip noting a minute imperfection in your experience and beat you to near-death
with your walker.
but my
personal favorite is to arrive at work happier than I’ve ever been. coworkers and customers commenting on my
uncustomary joyousness. then I would quietly
lock the door and slowly remove the revolver in my apron pocket along with
lighter fluid and a match.
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