Daily Prompt; Sixteen tons

Sixteen Tons.  “And what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt.”


Good day to write about my job because I have the day off. I have the luxury of sitting here in my lounge (raggedy cotton) wear and take the time to think. At the back of my mind is the mess in my kitchen and living room but who cares? I haven’t written too much about my job and here’s the opportunity.

I wish I loved my job so much that I was happy to go everyday. I’m really trying to tell myself that. This is a good place to work, my hours are good. I have a uniform that’s not ugly  (although polyester), so I don’t have to think about what to wear to work or buy special clothes. I get to decorate cakes.

The cakes are already made and frozen in big slabs about 5 cm, (2 in.) thick that we cut in half length-wise (that’s a trick in itself) and fill with icing, caramel or Barvarian cream. Those get cut down to make smaller cakes. We make 4 litres of whipping cream at a time and decorate Black Forest  cakes (a cheap knock-off version) and cream pies. Top frozen eclairs with melted chocolate, fill canoles with sweetened ricotta cheese and dribble with melted chocolate. I love doing all this.

But there is always a wrench in the works: I’m not fast enough yet. My boss, Todd,  keeps telling me how fast I should be doing it but since I’m only there part time, I haven’t done things often enough to be fast at it. He had this job right out of high school and has been doing it for about 18 years. He doesn’t understand I didn’t just look at it all and get it. He is very impatient if he has to tell me something he already told me. It really makes me feel old.

I few weeks into the job they asked if I would also go on cash. I agreed because I need the money. This is a very stressful job compared to the bakery. You have to be so ‘ON’ and friendly and talk a lot. The other cashiers are young. I get the same impatient, snappy answers if they’ve already told me something once.  Like charging groceries to an account….. in 9 easy steps!  I had to write it down. Coupons, returns, cashing out. A lot to learn.

3 days of that then go to the bakery and forget how many scoops of coconut filling is mixed with Bavarian cream for coconut cream pies. Too afraid to ask Todd (my boss) because he’ll bite my head off so I look in the huge binder of recipes…… 80% of it, we don’t make.  Then he can’t believe I haven’t filled those pies in 10 minutes. He’s bitchy. There, I’ve said it. I can now never tell him I write a blog. I do not know what his sexual persuasion is, I’ve stereotyped and been wrong before, but I can say he is a bitch.

But then again, that’s part of his charm and it’s good story telling. I wouldn’t want to take it from another female but I’ll give him some leeway.

The woman who works this job full time is rather bitchy also and likes to be mad at something. Saturday she went ballistic because she bought some chicken nuggets in the Deli dept. for lunch and they were not cooked enough. She was spitting mad all afternoon which didn’t make my job any easier. I’ve noticed she’s always pulling people aside and telling the inside scoop on someone. Then she’ll pull that person aside and tell them something about someone else. Many time I’ve interrupted a whisper and then they stop and look at each other, knowingly.  This is where age and experience are a blessing….. I don’t care or get involved.

Also on Saturday the oven broke down so there was very little bread made before it quit. This had to be the day I lost a loaf of bread out of the slicer. You have to hold onto the sliced loaf and shove it up a little chute that ends in a bag opened by blowing air. It had to be this day, front of Todd, it just flew 10 feet into the air taking half the loaf , the other half falling to the floor. Todd just closed his eyes and shook his head. Me? I wanted to laugh so much but didn’t. I tried to look contrite. I say ‘I’m sorry’ a lot.

In both jobs I can feel them rolling their eyeballs behind my back but this has given me new appreciation of what it’s like to be elderly. The town I work in is a tourist beach town in the summer but lots of elderly people in the winter. I see how impatient other customers get, especially trying to use their debit cards and forgetting their PIN numbers. People sigh audibly and roll their eyeballs…… it’s so rude.  One day this will be them.  I’m half way there.  Luckily, it’s my job to make them feel good, help them with everything; bagging, putting the bags in their cart, smiling and talking. And when I have those rolling eyeballed impatient, people, I’m supposed to ignore them. I like that! Then I come around and say ‘hello!” when it’s their turn.

Yes, I’m grateful to have this job; it could be so much worse. I’m so relieved about money now and that’s a blessing. I really enjoy relaxing on my day off because I know I’ve earned it.

But I’d much rather be retired!


Daily Prompt; Aging; it happens.

I’m 61 years old and still working part time. I really feel the aging thing; especially starting a new job and working with young people. They have no idea what it’s like but I’m sure I was the same way when I was young. But I do not wish I was young again; I have no interest, whatsoever, in doing this all over again.

I can’t wait to retire; I wish I could retire today. It always amazes me when I hear people say they don’t have anything else to do. Most times its men who have wives who always have something to do and want them out of the house. Or apartment dwellers who keep tidy. I always have something to do.  There are things I have to do before I can get to the things I want to do.  But never, never do I have ‘nothing to do’.

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I don’t die my hair; I love my grey streaks. If I was in my 40’s or maybe 50’s, I would still die my hair. But I think at 60 you should start thinking about rocking grey hair. So many women die their hair that if you have grey hair people assume you are in your 70’s.  I’ve seen many women my age with plain brown hair and I don’t think it looks better. It looks like an older lady with brown hair. When you do go grey you have to have a good hair cut so you don’t look haggish. My hair dresser told me to use purple shampoo to make it shinier and it works! Just cheap but purple shampoo and ,no, it’s doesn’t make the grey purple. I also use spray-on conditioner. Shines like polished silver!

I look after my skin, doing the whole cleansing, toning and moisturizing every night. The best thing for your skin is eating leafy greens and drinking carrot juice. The carrot juice, however, leads to one thing I don’t like to do but society has raised the bar so high; teeth whitening.  Like shaving the legs and armpits; I just begrudgingly do it. Lucky those with spouses who love them just the way they are; I’m still hoping to attract someone.

But I’m not trying to look young. Many years ago my mother used to say; “Look good FOR YOUR AGE”.  I embrace that wholeheartedly, I still want to look good but I’m fine with looking 61. It took me a long time to get here and I’m proud of me. I’m not ashamed of my age; so what if someone though I was 58…. who cares? I would much rather someone think, “I hope I look that good at that age!”  And when you see an old person who looks good; they look healthy. That’s what looks good in old age; healthy and happy, not puffy and fake.

And as for being young at heart?  I think that means still being open to new things and for that you have to be healthy and happy. Unlike aging; it doesn’t just happen; you have to get into those habits while you are young. It will all end up just being your habits so make good ones now while you still can.


Lingering, all day today

I haven’t written for weeks now that I have a job. In the words of Liza Dolittle, “it takes up your whole day!”   And I’m not even working full time: working five hours IS a full day for me. This horrendous winter has made driving treacherous, adding to the stress. I have a house and heat with wood, feed my birdies and really make a mess of my kitchen every day. Last week was Spring Break so I had lots of hours on cash covering for vacations. Wednesday I drove in blizzard and could not believe how many people came out to buy groceries. I had the next day off but had to spend all morning shoveling snow, all afternoon cleaning my messy house. I really wanted to see my grandnieces while they were home for the week and see the new house they are moving into so I drove to St. Mary’s on the other day off. Well worth the effort! They make me happy and it was good to get away for the day.

But this week I have 3 days off in a row, starting today. I am lingering on my computer to keep my blog alive. I do read some blogs in the mornings and on days off but haven’t taken the time to write.  I have no ideas so this was the perfect subject. I can keep my brain on ‘linger’.

I’m lingering around in my housecoat still but it almost 9:30 a.m. so it’s time to get into my lounge wear; the clothes between pajamas and ‘town’ clothes. I’m going to linger around the kitchen because I can’t relax in a mess.

My favourite time and place to linger is on my couch in the afternoon sun. And since the time change I can even catch some sun when I come home from work if I’m on 10-3, my favourite shift. Oh my God, I lie in that sun in peace and quiet and feel so grateful.

Working really make you appreciate a day off! I feel I’ve really earned the right to be lazy for a day…… when it’s cleaned up. And two more days off after this.  Linger on!