An envelope (or is that Ahnvelope)

Alright, my first post is more for me than anyone else, but who knows could turn out to be interesting.

I suppose to preface this I should say that I recently quit a job at a mall department store. It was dreadful, and I decided to perform an existential exercise. Prove to myself that I wasn't trapped, and that if I forced myself out of that routine I would move on to bigger and better things. Still working on that part, but here we go.. baby steps.

Anyway, one fo the few things that got me through work was writing. We had little slips of paper everywhere and when things would come to me I would write them down. Now I worked for a year, so I have somewhere upwards of 100 scraps of paper that I (with a few exceptions) wrote down, and then put it in an envelope and forgot all about it. Now that I am not working there anymore I have decided to rummage through my words. I won't bore you with all of them, but for better or worse, here are the highlights.

"Making my first big sale today, I was treated like some kind of dancing chimp, in some backwoods carnivale, addicted to nicotine and ready to pounce. This is a repulsion for the work ethic that our parents will never understand. My God, vile thoughts for a wednesday morning."

I remember this one vividly. It was the first or second week I was working there. I think it sums up the whole experience.

"1 Cup lt. Brown Sugar
1/4 Cup Butter, melted
3 eggs, slightly beat
3/4 tsp. salt
1/4 Cup Bourbon
1 tsp. vanilla
1/2 Cup Chopped Pecans
1 Cup Pecan Halves
1/2 Cup Choc. Chips
1 9" unbaked pie shell

Cream sugar + butter
+eggs, syrup, salt, bourbon, van.
->Mix until well blended

Spread chopped pecans + ch chips
in bottom of pie shell
pour filling into shell
arrange pecan halves on top
bake 375 for 40-50 min."

Chocolate Bourbon Pecan Pie I wrote from the cookbook we were selling. It was a wise choice, if you don't believe me, just give it a try.

The next is a song I wrote in this Woody Guthrie, talking blues style I had been listening to. It was last fall, and things in the retail market looked bleak.

"Well I woke up in the morning
I was running late for work
Hustled in the doorway
and I felt some trouble lurk
--
Bossman on the soap box
tellin how sorry he was
but his bonus for xmas
was too much to pay the rest of us
--
I clenched my fists
and pounded my feet
'n yelled "you told us
we were fine last week."

"Well, that was then
this is now
better grab your check
and get on out"

At home on the phone
they were sorry to say
the unemployment line
was full up that day

Tomorrow ain't lookin much better
So I wrote my local congressman a letter

I ain't lookin for a hand out
I'm tryin to work hard
You gonna try and fix this
or just cover your scars?

Is there any hope at all
with fear seeping in
is the worst yet to come,
or is the fix in?
--
Thanks for your concern
Our plan is hard to sell
But we'll solve all your problems
with a vote in twenty-twelve."


Alright, that's it for now. Too much to do, I'm sure I'll succumb to a real, "Life as I know it" entry soon enough.. Oh and here's what I'm listening to..