Stay out til morning, sharp as knives
the new war will get you, it will not protect you

Getting ready to head to the miniature version of our store in Rocky Mount for the second time. It makes me sick, my anal tendencies don't know what to do with themselves; I'm there to help and do merchandising updates, which is hard when none, and I repeat, NONE, of the books are in order. Not by title, author, subject, color, etc. Good part: meals on the company, and mileage reimbursement, although it would be nice to get paid for my time driving there and the time spent looking up directions (since I was given none).
When I'm done today, I will have used over 11 hours of the day. In 12 hours, I will still not be back. And there is always the possibility that they will offer me a chance to run that store. It would be on the table if Rocky Mount didn't seem like a slightly David Lynch-ian version of Suburbia (the play, not the movie with Flea). I swear I saw a woman yesterday that looked like a television vampire. And we had someone come in and work who is no longer employed by the company. This was not the same guy who has never been employed by the company that hangs out there most of the day, cleaning and talking.
Yeah.
I need to find a Sbarro in the mall where the store is. I need an expensive, company paid, calzone.
posted by beta at 4/02/2003 10:05:00 AM