Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Distemper tantrum

Some days here can be worse than others. At times these "days" can even be broken down into smaller doses to extend their influence to lightly flavor events for several shifts.

At the moment, it is proving exceptionally difficult to quash my natural inclination to meet the dull-witted with impatient contempt. A few nights in series liberally seasoned with insomnia consequently allowing snippets of disturbed dreams to linger in my mind when they would normally just slip away into impressions has seemed to simultaneously truncate my patience and hinder my skills at feigning social interest.

Even on the best of days, someone will invariably do or say something that will have a sarcastic barb straining to pass my lips. On a day like today when I still have a goodly store of venom from the holidays and the disinclination to refrain from its use, I'm amazed my tongue is not a bloody tatters from biting it.

It seems the whole show has been trooped by. Guys staggering through the doors slack-jawed and graceful as a pithed thalidomide baby only to capitalize on such a suave entrance by leaning heavily on glass cases or standing with noses scant inches from the wall advertising all the movies currently playing in the arcade. Other people who fail to grasp the nuance of difference between "for sale" and "on sale." Cretins who so spectacularly fail to notice the section they are looking for and are within arms reach thereof that upon having the section indicated perform a double-take. Young boys ducking in to snatch whatever porn-like periodicals are posted near the entrance. It's been a day.

Here I am in a target-rich environment, flush with ammunition, and the Rules of Engagement prevent me from doing more than verify the range.

3 Comments:

Blogger Merripan said...

That's when you really feel the need to pull an Annie Potts move from Pretty in Pink, and grab the nearest staple gun, modified to shoot across the room at high velocity - giggling maniacally... Come on... You know you wanna. LOL.

9:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds like you looooooove your job:) On a day like that you need to play a character - something that will give your customers something to tell their friends about - you like strap one of the blow up dolls to your back as you work and see what kind of reactions you get:)

1:35 PM  
Blogger Chris said...

You sound burned out. I know when my mind starts to deteriorate with stress, my dark dreams start to infect my conscious mind. Good luck biting that tongue.

9:04 PM  

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