I spent this entire last week training. Training to do something I already knew how to do. Sure, I was rusty for about an hour, but it all came back to me. 1 weight tare #PLU 4011, 4048, 4050, 4498, 4499; if any of this makes sense to you, then you know what's up. Day one consisted of six hours in the basement of a grocery store. Did you know grocery stores had basements? Neither did I. Instead of paying attention or reviewing things I didn't really care to re-learn, I listened to the music being piped into the tiny room. It was surprisingly depressing. Some key tracks:
"I'm On Fire" - Bruce Springsteen
"West End Girls" - Pet Shop Boys
"All I Want Is You" - U2 *especially depressing, oh my GOD.
"With Or Without You" - U2
"Always Something There To Remind Me" - Naked Eyes
"What Can't Be Erased" - Grandaddy *they did not play this, but it would've been apropos.
It all culminated today in the (finally) dealing with customers. I must admit, I'm not very familiar with the North Shore outside of Evanston and a lot of John Hughes movies, and even then it's a pretty iffy. I got to deal with Wilmette folks today. I really want to post a clip from Wayne's World 2 wherein Bob Odenkirk and Robert Smigel play these two nerdy fans, one from Cicero, and one from Wilmette. Mostly because it cracks me up. Anyway, the people of Wilmette seem to be a bit tamer than the load of jag-bags I've dealt with in Evanston. Maybe it's because there are fewer college students. Nothing destroys what little ego I might have more than bagging groceries for rich Northwestern University students. Evanston is just a younger, richer, hipper Naperville, and that makes me sick. Not only have I gone back 10 years job wise, I've also relocated. I am in my own personal hell. I have to go lay down now.
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