Category Career

Transitions

It’s July. Kids just got out of school. Summer is upon us! It’s July. And the retail industry says, “Kids will go back to school soon! Summer’s over!” So here I am, in Phipp’s, pulling down all of the shady patio umbrellas, deck furniture, picnic tables, beach chairs, casual dining ware and all other accoutrements […]

Shrinkage

Once upon a time, I had decent hours at Phipp’s. Sure, I wasn’t making a whole lot of money, but with 35-40 hours a week, I could pay my bills. Couldn’t get rich off of what I brought home, but there remained a bit left over for such ridiculous extravagances as getting a pizza or […]

Adding Up The Good

I took this picture when my father was still alive. Peaceful, isn’t it? He lived at the Jersey shore and this tranquil scene occurred up the street from his house. The sun was about to set, the clouds decorated the sky and a boat stood anchored a short distance from the street’s end. In less […]

Fine Tuning

Music is my ground, my constant, the thread that connects my past to my present. I track my life’s journey to what I’ve listened to. It shaped me, influenced me, and still does, to this day. It’s how I see myself and through it, I gauge others. Mom started it. She’d been performing on the […]

Shift

It comes over me unexpectedly sometimes. Today started off all right. Was in a pretty good mood when I began my shift at Phipp’s. Sure, there was a chorus of crying babies, but then again, when isn’t there? A flat filled with boxes of household cleaners and soaps awaited me. Wasting no time, I dug […]

Getting Ahead

So I get up this morning and get ready for work. Over coffee, I see this horoscope by Eugenia Last in my morning paper: Tidy up loose ends, and do your best to get ahead. An unexpected opportunity should be taken advantage of. He who hesitates is lost, so get moving and take what belongs to […]

Now, How Did I Get Here?

Screaming children. There’s always screaming children. And bouncing balls. Those are left abandoned in some of the oddest places throughout the store – resting of bottles of Ny-Quil, stuck in between carpets, snuggled between bath towels. Or there’s screaming children bouncing balls, largely ignored by their parents, hoping the kid’ll stop whining about not getting that ball, much […]