I arrive there, dreading whats ahead of me for the next 6 hours. I open the door switch places and begin what I don't want to do. Pour this, pump that, grind this, and thank you. I sweat with all the hard work and heat, it is so hot in that sweat box. No one from the outside knows this. They just get what they want and leave, sometimes without a tip.Those greedy bastards. I stay in the heat, with the bee's and the flies swarming around me trying to get in, Until the sun starts to set, the air get's cooler. I sit and wait till the time tells me its time to pack up and leave the place I dread to be. That is when my world turns back around to a happy place. Oh man work is not for me.
October 27, 2008