Cut to me getting home.
Going to my room, the living room, my grandpa was nice enough to let me live with him after my mother and sisters got kicked out from where we were living. It was a tiny little trailer off of some dirt road in Wildomar, a city next to Temecula.
It was me, my mom, my three year old sister, Hannah, and my newborn sister, Chloe. I named her, just want to get that out there. So it was the four of us living in this tiny little trailer, the kind you pull behind your truck or van, called 'Wilderness'. There was one room, two bunks, a kitchen/living room, and a bathroom [which I never used], all within about thirty feet.
Its nice to go camping, everyone loves camping, getting away from the world, but living in camping...not so fun. My mom slept in the only room, actually all it was a bed, the kind that's center depresses and cuts you with the exposed springs. We borrowed a thick winter blanket from my best friend, Derek, to make the sleeping conditions better for my pregnant mom. I'm not sure if Derek ever got that blanket back, oh, well. Hannah slept in the living room on a fold out bed, she would say,
"Its a bed that changes into a couch, its called a futon." Ah, she's so cute. And I slept in a tiny little bunk, all my books and cds in a tiny pile next to me. The bunk was tiny, about as wide as I am, and just a little bit longer than me. There was no tossing and turning in this bunk.
So moving from that tiny trailer, a place that's bathroom didn't work. A place where we could only shower every third day, do our laundry once every two weeks, moving was a blessing. We got kicked out because I didn't mow the lawn, can you believe that? I was in Riverside recording the demo for my band and when I came back I had to quit my job and find a new place to live.
My mom and sisters moved to Arizona and I moved to Riverside, to live with my grandfather, cousin, aunt, and aunt's girlfriend. It was a fair trade; no real room, no rent. I mean its not like I had a job or money, so I didn't really have a say, but it was a nice thing for my grandpa to do.
But cut back to after that meeting, where I'm moved in, all my stuff in the hall closet. I go to bed, folding the futon out into bed form, then I crash out.
I used to be a light sleeper, but after working nights, in a house full of people who woke up at six in the morning to go to work and school, I learned how to ignore people while sleeping. My grandpa would intentionally make more noise than he needed in the mornings just mess with me. He's a character, my grandpa.
Cut to one night, when I invite Tawnya inside to hangout. She comes in, we're sitting on the futon, couch form, and she asks to use the restroom. I tell her its the first door on the right. She leaves, and I hear her run into something, crashing sounds screaming from the halls. She comes back and says,
"That was a closet!"
"Oh, haha! I forgot about that, its the second door on the right!" That was pretty funny. I love messing with Tawnya, its so easy.
Like this one time I was eating chips in the break room and she walked in, her hair a rat's nest of hair spray and bad back combing. She walks in and sees me.
"I thought you didn't work today!?" She had text me earlier asking when she was supposed to come in for work, and I told her I didn't know, I wasn't at work.
"I'm not here." I said, straightening up and staring at the wall. "Please leave a message."
"Ryan, you're here!" She screamed. "You're in your work clothes!"
"No, this is a hologram. I'm at home right now." I said, still staring at the wall.
"You're here!" She said then punched me. "See!"
"I didn't see anything." I said. "I'm at home playing Shadow of the Colossus." Then I left the break room and clocked back on.
On the topic of messing around with people, there was always one person who never went along with them, or that I couldn't mess with. None other than, Bella. I remember this one time, she was on register and I saw a shutter bug [insects that make the sound of locusts, but their sheiks can leave you deaf forever] climbing up her back, crawling into her hair. She didn't notice it, but I did. So I used the only tool we had, windex, and everyone knows that's the only thing that kills shutter bugs. So I sprayed it on her hair and back, while she was helping customers, and before you knew it, the shutter bug fell to the floor. It made a weak little fart sound and dissolved into steam. Then I left, feeling accomplished at having just saved her life, to go back to my facing. Fixing the shelves. I'm facing when she finds me in an aisle and screams,
"RYAN! I just washed my hair this morning and you sprayed windex in it!? I'm so pissed right now, don't talk to me for the rest of the night." She walked away, but popped her head around an end cap to shout, "And if I catch you on your phone, I'm sending you home!"
I couldn't understand why she had gotten so angry, she was always so nice to me, and saved my ass more than a few times when I had gotten into trouble.
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Customer Serivice: The Slow Downfall of Happiness [Chapter Two]
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i would be kind of mad too Jestro
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