The Greater Knowledge Prevails

It's called "having an open-mind."

 

 

I give it my strongest recommendation for anyone. Don't let yourself get caught up in the same old circle, in the same, old places, doing the same old things.

 

 

Is that really it? Is that life? Most of us work full-time to support ourselves and often our family unit.

 

 





life too routine...already?

 

Do you subscribe to getting through the hours you spend in service to an employer that doesn't pay you what you are worth and like to shit all over you sometimes, but it is a steady income.

 

 

It's easy for me. I am sorry. I promise it is not my intentions to lord the fact that I work as a writer and on a schedule based on my own inclination. I work when I am inspired and when I take the notion. But that hasn't always been so.

 

 

When I was 19 years old, I was given my first promotion to an administrative position. I was a store manager. I ran the show. I also was settling for disturbingly low wages while working the schedule from Hell at DOMINO'S PIZZA for a 19 year old single male.

 

 

I was given off Sundays and Monday nights. Tuesdays through Saturdays, I came in at 4-5:00 PM and closed at 2:00 AM. That does not set well with any hope of having a social life.

 

 

It was my first time on my own, and I moved a couple hours north from where I was working to take over the owner's flagship store in Steubenville, Ohio.

 

 

I had a roommate who worked with me named Don. He was a slightly older fellow and my Assistant Manager. So, he was in charge during days, except on weekends.

 

 

Imagine how hard it must have been for me to get laid. I stayed surprisingly busy with customers who did not take advantage of our 30 minute delivery guarantee and pick their orders up. That was about my only window.

 

Pun intended, because I literally had to get a phone number or give mine in the few minutes it took me to register the transaction and hand over the hot box.

 

That was a blessing in disguise. I hated things then. All I kept in my refrigerator was a partially remaining case of Busch Beer and an uncovered bowl of tuna.

 

 

The one thing to envy...

 

After inventory was logged, I made the biggest, bad-ass pizza's you can imagine. I would start with a layer of cheese...pepperoni that touched, another light layer of cheese, mushrooms, sausage, onions and pepper and of course, layers of cheese all of the way up. Ham and peppers. Any combination I could imagine. But the schedule sucked and I quit.

 

TBC