I was paying up at Gourmet Garage today for the evening’s dinner when I noticed a tall lanky white guy with thick rimed black glasses and a hair and ‘stache combo straight out of 1974, cruising the isles with a handful of envelopes. It was payday for the employees and he was distributing the best part of the month.
I watched as he towered over a crouched stock kid handing over the vanilla envelope with that satisfaction-well done smile. He didn’t even get up, slipped a finger in and pulled out the money with a smile… then a sign and a forced “Thanks!”….
It’s never enough is it. It never seems worth it right? and on top of that you have half your check going to the Gov. I remember the days when I’d be right there, working at Gene’s but come to think about it, I still get that sign when I pop open my bank account. I’m just not paid what I’m worth, however, I don’t have that mustached boss hanging over me to nudge nudge that great bagging job I do every week for Mrs. Johnson.
