Continued from “Return To Living”…
...That is how I came to remove myself from a burned out trailer and rejoined the world of the living. Its August of 004 and now I’ve got an apartment and a job. The kids live just a mile away. I'm back in their lives for the first time in almost two years. I can walk to work at Subway Sandwiches, two blocks. It pays 6.50 an hour, plus a sandwich a day, and all the cookies I can eat. That’s a major move up from eating dry ramen noodles right out of the pack, although they do make a nice crunchy little snack if you are so inclined. Its an end to eyeballing the chickens that run across the Chester Boyer road right up the way from the old trailer and trying to run over one when I would pass by. Dinner. But that’s a whole ‘nother story.
Out at the trailer I did do a little work. An occasional odd
job and a couple tile jobs where I didn’t charge near enough. I had a guy’s lot
I mowed from time to time. Perhaps my most steady job, that I kept for about 6
months was as a sampler at the grocery store. You’ve seen them; usually little
old ladies with a booth set up, sampling little cups filled with the latest
Ritz wheat cracker, and maybe she has some peanut butter or a slice of the
California Happy Cow cheese to go with it.
Having been a chef for 30 years, it felt a little like being
in the old chef’s graveyard, or on Lumpfish Row haha, but for 3 days a week it let me get out of the
trailer and engage with human beings and talk to strangers about food. I had
fun. I’m good at being a loner and isolating myself, which I had done at the
trailer. But I love people. I love talking to them. It makes me happy to see
them. And I was probably the best food sampler ever. Not probably. I WAS. The lady
I worked for told me so. At Thanksgiving I sold more Spiral sliced hams than
anyone in the nation. I had women lined up around the block to buy a ham. I got
a bonus!
Its because I’m loud. And when called upon have no problem
calling attention to myself. I remember at
Kroger one day-- I don’t remember what I was selling-- a woman popped
her head out from an aisle about 4 rows down.
“Steve Bulletholes?” she says.
“YES!” says I.
And she starts walking toward me. I don’t recognize her at all until she is
about ten feet away. I hadn’t seen her in about 5 years.
“Well, I’ll be, my old friend Terri! How
are you Terri!” I say.
“I’m fine. How are you Steve?”
“I’m good. But I have to ask you. How did you know it was me from thirty feet
away?”
She says “Steve, I knew it was you when I walked in the front door. Don’t you
not have an inside voice?”
And we both just laughed. Dumb question.
Then one day the display lady brought me a chef’s hat to
wear. I told her I was not going to wear a chefs hat to sell anything at a
grocery store display. It was humiliating enough to be a chef reduced to this,
but I had to draw the line somewhere.
“You’re my best guy” she pleaded.
“Not going to happen.”
"Then I have to let you go"
"Fine"
Funny, how you start out to write one thing and something
else just falls out. This is what I was supposed to write:
I had the apartment and the Subway job for about three
months. But I was still spending a good portion of my paycheck on dope. And I don’t
mean pot. I mean serious adult dope that ruins lives dope. And after about 3
months I was far enough behind on the rent that on the 5th of
December I had to go to my apartment manager and tell them they may as well start
the eviction process. I still owed for November and didn't have a red cent to give them. Whatever break I’d gotten getting out of that trailer, I
had blown it . And then I had to go to the Ex Mrs Bullets.
She was pretty calm. She said “C’mon, I’m going to take you
down to Kelly Girls and they will find you another job.
I said “Kelly Girls? That’s like office work, right? I talk too loud and laugh
too hard to work in an office”.
But like before I just did what she said.
We got down to Kelly and the manger, Liz, said “We don’t do walk ins, but I can
schedule you for an interview tomorrow morning”. An interview was set for 9AM
the next morning.
I worked my shift at Subway, and sometime during the night I got cold feet. I can’t
work for Kelly. I don’t know anything about office work. And the next morning I
called Liz at Kelly.
“Liz, I ended up having to work this morning. I’m not going to be able to make
it in” I lied.
“OK Steve. Would you like to reschedule? And I want you to know if you
reschedule, and cancel again, then I cant reschedule another one. Ever”
It was a cusp. I hadn’t trusted anything I’d done in years. But someone was
willing to tell me what to do, and I guess I could trust that.
“Sure! Let’s do tomorrow!”
And I made it to the interview. I could tell Liz liked me. That is always a
good thing, when someone likes you. I think part of why she liked me was
something I learned at Subway. That it is a good thing for people think YOU LIKE
THEM. Smile, say hello, be pleased to meet them.
I told her that I needed a job within two miles of my residence
because of transportation issues. This was on Friday 12/10/2004. She called
that afternoon. She had a job at the airport. “Too far” I told her.
An hour went by. She called again.
“I have a job at 4510 Blue Jay Way. Its in your zip code. Can you be there
Monday morning to interview?”
So duly I arrived Monday morning. Talked with the manager.
He said they did communication systems for the airlines industry.
‘I wont have to talk to pilots, and talk them down when something goes wrong up
there, will I?” I asked.
“No Steve, we don’t do much of that around here.”
I could tell he had a great
sense of humor and he liked me. I liked him. Liz called that afternoon. I started the next morning at 8:00 making 12.50 an
hour.
EPILOGUE
I started the next morning at 8:00 making 12.50 an hour.
Double my wage at Subway. It was a Tuesday, the 14th of the month. I
managed to get 40 hours in by Friday. I turned in my time, and on Monday the 21st
I got my check. Apparently, Kelly is fast getting you paid. Between that and
the check I’d received from Subway on Friday I paid rent in full.
Paid in full.
I’m not real good at saying it, but Someone was sure looking out for me.
Through all of this, including those darker days at the trailer, Someone was looking out. I continued to work both jobs for a few
months. It was quite a learning curve between using computers and learning
office etiquette. Around May of 2005 the company offered me a job as a full
time regular employee. It’s a large corporation with a top-notch benefits
package I was no longer the best Kelly Girl ever. (That’s what Liz called me).
And I’m still there now.
Sixteen years later, and I'm still there now.
Believe it or not but I still talk too loud and laugh too hard. But some people in the company will call me just to hear me say "Good Morning". I give the best good morning in the business.
Its amazing what can happen if you follow some instructions. Learn to say OK, you're right. One thing I think I’ve
learned about all this is that we seem to continually mess up Gods plan. God doesn’t always plan it, any more than we plan for the pooch to shit on the living room floor or chew up a new pair of shoes. But He allows it, and then goes to work when you let Him. He uses it,
and we learn to use it too. It can become our ministry.
2 comments:
This is a story Bullet Holes!
Haha! Just saw my typo. What I meant to say was...This is a great story Bullet Holes!
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