There is no education like adversity.---Benjamin Disraeli
In his 1949 Pulitzer Prize acceptance speech, Faulkner said that the job of writers was to write about Love, Honor, Pity, Pride, Compassion and Sacrifice. I don't know where to put stacking, hefting, unstacking, pulling and restacking cases of 40 ounce Magnums at an Arco gas station on that list of six. Apparently Faulkner never stocked beer freezers for a living like I do.
There is a certain Zen meditativeness to it. I like it. I can feel my neck and shoulder muscles rebuilding after years of atrophy. More importantly, I can feel the muscles in my fingers plumping out like ballpark franks. That'll be important when I want to hang on to those iron ladder rungs on the freight cars next year.
Felicia at Elite Escorts called me last night. Said she had a new girl for me. I spent the last of my laundry quarters gassing up the car just in case a call DID come in. I was 'on call' until 4:30 in the morning. No calls. Big surprise. Felicia must be new in the biz. Johns have a harder time sneaking away from their families around the holidays.
After Arco today, I was paid $15, chocolate milk and two cups of KFC coleslaw for picking up Kathy's kid at school. Cool. Now I won't have to smoke those nasty-ass cheap cigarettes for a couple of days. Life is good.
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