Please believe me, the river told me // Very softly, want you to hold me
Hey happy 100th entry you blogger you. And wow it has nearly been a year to the date since I started throwing words around like firecrackers. I bet if you tried to sell that to Hollywood they'd never believe it. Hmm... and I am close to taking the bait on moving this into full on 12 month reflective Justin on your monitor. I don't know, I feel like I'm moving forward in a lot of spots, albeit in phases. It really seems like a lot of times within the last year, and year or so before, that just when I figure out the answers they go and change the questions. Sometimes 'two shots of happy, one shot of sad' sometimes the vice versa. Let's keep moving though. The future is scarier and more exciting.
As far as my 'yellow brick road' I call the/my future (hey by the way, in an attempt to construct an entire paragraph in parenthesis/bend the laws of English to the point of fracture, did you ever notice as a younger or older man or woman watching 'Wizard of Oz' the swirling start of the yellow brick road, but more interestingly, at least to only me probably, how following it and taking off in an opposite direction is a 'red brick road' ?? It always caught my eye in the old days, but in a film with so many quirks/urban legends {see "the guy who hangs himself in the background" [aka the ostrich puppet, wink wink]} but a while back I started giving this some thought, my imagination leading me to a handful of fantastical conclusions: The road leads to an exactly parallel 'through the looking glass' dimension, like with evil Lion and evil Scarecrow etc, to Glinda the good Witch's house, or to the back door of Emerald City. I got something in the mail for this Broadway show coming to Detroit called 'Wicked' which I understand is a separate story in Oz with the witches in the focus, I've convinced myself that the answer lies in this production. I really need somebody to come down to the D and help me see this through.) lately it seems.... wow I'm just going to start a new paragraph, even I can't see where I've left off.
Lately, in regards to the future, it seems as if Walgreens Pharmacy has fallen off the wagon. I found my 'babybook' hiding under a film poster and also my other photo album, one I created and never finished, one soley dedicated to the memory of my fair drugstore. I went through it a few nights ago and laughed at the madness that went on there in years past. 'When we were Kings', you know? And I go back to work the next few days and now a lot of the time it seems like really hard work. I don't know if it just me romanticizing the past or if I'm losing focus or what. I keep finding myself going into a work shift fresh and jovial and in the end crawling out and just trying to survive.
I'm thinking its the job itself. I got into it originally 4 years ago because walking past there each day at work I would see all these genius people working in this mysterious place in the corner of the store, happy and helping people as best as could be. I got into it and just loved it; loved greeting people and feeling like I was helping them to feel better, not just with what was in the bottle, but with an honest smile. Giving color books to the kids and laughing with the elderly. I want to blame cell phones for the steady decline, but I'm not sure if that is generalizing or not. It really seems like it started with that somewhere along the way, now how it's almost the norm for people to almost ignore what you are doing/trying to say to them (as if you would do this in a Doctor's office or an ER) and now with GM dropping us from their contract (thus a small drop in business but a large drop in hours, stringing out shifts), more tedious, "fix it 'till it's broken" state laws, questionable new company policies ("I have a great idea! Let's now have scales that count about every 5th Rx one cap/tab short and make them mandatory for ALL scripts!") and the "you have to do better than #1!" pressure politics added to the fact that the job has always been "make a mistake and you could kill somebody".... you ever have one of those nightmares where you can't seem to get ahead with something; like the work and pressure gets slightly heavier as you are trying to run on this conveyor belt that is slightly faster than you can run.... I do.
It has been getting a bit better though. I'm starting to think that my feelings with this are correlated to my personal life, currently on the rise. The outlook seems a bit brighter, I have been laughing again with our favourite "regulars", being polite to them and also to the "I want this script 5 minutes ago and hold on I'm on my cell phone" customers. Crying about it doesn't change a thing. Just have to smile with my sparkling, 'had-to-wake-up-at-the-ungodly-8:00-in-the-morning-today-for-dentist-appointment' smile and keep on moving. The future is just too exciting to waste with tears.
As far as my 'yellow brick road' I call the/my future (hey by the way, in an attempt to construct an entire paragraph in parenthesis/bend the laws of English to the point of fracture, did you ever notice as a younger or older man or woman watching 'Wizard of Oz' the swirling start of the yellow brick road, but more interestingly, at least to only me probably, how following it and taking off in an opposite direction is a 'red brick road' ?? It always caught my eye in the old days, but in a film with so many quirks/urban legends {see "the guy who hangs himself in the background" [aka the ostrich puppet, wink wink]} but a while back I started giving this some thought, my imagination leading me to a handful of fantastical conclusions: The road leads to an exactly parallel 'through the looking glass' dimension, like with evil Lion and evil Scarecrow etc, to Glinda the good Witch's house, or to the back door of Emerald City. I got something in the mail for this Broadway show coming to Detroit called 'Wicked' which I understand is a separate story in Oz with the witches in the focus, I've convinced myself that the answer lies in this production. I really need somebody to come down to the D and help me see this through.) lately it seems.... wow I'm just going to start a new paragraph, even I can't see where I've left off.
Lately, in regards to the future, it seems as if Walgreens Pharmacy has fallen off the wagon. I found my 'babybook' hiding under a film poster and also my other photo album, one I created and never finished, one soley dedicated to the memory of my fair drugstore. I went through it a few nights ago and laughed at the madness that went on there in years past. 'When we were Kings', you know? And I go back to work the next few days and now a lot of the time it seems like really hard work. I don't know if it just me romanticizing the past or if I'm losing focus or what. I keep finding myself going into a work shift fresh and jovial and in the end crawling out and just trying to survive.
I'm thinking its the job itself. I got into it originally 4 years ago because walking past there each day at work I would see all these genius people working in this mysterious place in the corner of the store, happy and helping people as best as could be. I got into it and just loved it; loved greeting people and feeling like I was helping them to feel better, not just with what was in the bottle, but with an honest smile. Giving color books to the kids and laughing with the elderly. I want to blame cell phones for the steady decline, but I'm not sure if that is generalizing or not. It really seems like it started with that somewhere along the way, now how it's almost the norm for people to almost ignore what you are doing/trying to say to them (as if you would do this in a Doctor's office or an ER) and now with GM dropping us from their contract (thus a small drop in business but a large drop in hours, stringing out shifts), more tedious, "fix it 'till it's broken" state laws, questionable new company policies ("I have a great idea! Let's now have scales that count about every 5th Rx one cap/tab short and make them mandatory for ALL scripts!") and the "you have to do better than #1!" pressure politics added to the fact that the job has always been "make a mistake and you could kill somebody".... you ever have one of those nightmares where you can't seem to get ahead with something; like the work and pressure gets slightly heavier as you are trying to run on this conveyor belt that is slightly faster than you can run.... I do.
It has been getting a bit better though. I'm starting to think that my feelings with this are correlated to my personal life, currently on the rise. The outlook seems a bit brighter, I have been laughing again with our favourite "regulars", being polite to them and also to the "I want this script 5 minutes ago and hold on I'm on my cell phone" customers. Crying about it doesn't change a thing. Just have to smile with my sparkling, 'had-to-wake-up-at-the-ungodly-8:00-in-the-morning-today-for-dentist-appointment' smile and keep on moving. The future is just too exciting to waste with tears.
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