Preparing For Stupid [life in retail]

It may seem harsh to call other people stupid, and even politically incorrect (if that is still a thing), but I am heading into the devil’s den of dumbness today as I prepare for another workday in the crazy world of retail.

With Christmas approaching fast, the Electronics Department has been busy selling lots of expensive items, such as TVs, gaming systems, and, of course, phones.

Sales make the retail world spin pretty fast and make CEOs awfully giddy with joy. So why would an assistant manager want to take customer service away from that department and have them fluffing towels, rearranging pens and pencils, and stacking cans of pet food, instead of helping the customers still shopping for the latest electronics gadget and its accessories?

It doesn’t make sense, which has me shaking my head and wondering why a manager would try sabotaging sales at a store that gives her a fairly decent paycheck.

It has my coworkers in that department up in arms. And since I am in their neighboring department, I get to witness their conflict. It’s an uneccessary stituation that only adds stress to an already stressful time of year.

To them I say, Hang in there, care for your customers first and foremost, and perhaps this hiccup of stupidity will pass soon.

Night

Night came tapping at my door,
But I with book heard not a sound;
It entered on its own accord,
Trespassing on my private ground.

Night crept about my house with ease
And darkened everything from sight,
’Til through my study’s door it squeezed
And skirted past my candle’s light.

I did not peer to watch its plight
Across my shelves and down my wall;
I know not if it bade goodnight;
I heard not if it spoke at all.

With book aside I pondered why
That one so strong as dark of night,
Who snuffs the life from day’s bright light,
Could not put out my candle light.

Insight

I wrote this whimsical poem many years ago when I was at college and studying the classics in literature. I rarely write rhyming poems, but this one came to me out of the blue, so I jotted it down with no changes. I imagined the protagonist as a child in a long ago era, observing the coming of night.

Car Hysteria (Seduction Revisited)

Earlier today,
shopkeepers seduced pot-bellied old men
with sleek,
fast,
brand-new cars
that rubbed and kissed their trousers
and guaranteed to stop lonesomeness.

Erstwhile minds backpedaled on leather seats
where stale memories surfaced and breathed new air,
striking deals in brown cubicles
under the breath of fresh coffee.

What she feared most,
kicked and scratched
and wanted to grow big enough to crawl
from the backseat of a yellow Pantera
and seduce her all over again,
while her husband and she waited
for his father to sign the lease
as wordy as Shakespeare but lacking any color.

She stayed away from the thing of her past—
Some memories are the turmoil
of a soul knotted like hair in vomit,
where forlornness and tumultuousness sting.