Another snow storm means another morning I spent debating on weather or not I could financially handle taking a full day off of work. Considering a gas bill that needed paying next week that would take a large chunk of my already dwindling bank account, I decided I could at least afford a half day.
So I left my post at noon along with the only other coworker who showed up to work.
As I took the snow blower to the driveway I began to ponder the kind of society I’ve grown in. When did it become so important to risk your own life for little piece of green paper? Why is it we invest so much of ourselves in money that we are willing to risk ourselves for it? How have we sunk so low?
In the struggles of my faith I find myself reading my Bible more. Just trying to understand this broken place I’ve found myself. I understand now all those verses about how it’s hard for people with wealth to enter the kingdom of God and I ponder this frequently even in my lack. How we have come to replace most of our gods with money was really no mystery. It is what makes the world turn…and I’m doing so it is what controls people the most.
In a bartering system, kindness tends to prevail. Mainly because your reputation with others has a greater impact on your success. Your character. Your reliability. The quality of the service you provide. How generous and reasonable you are. All of it factors into your success and thus the success around you.
In a primarily monetary system, your character doesn’t matter as much if you have the wealth to excuse it.
Which is why the owner of our company comes down on us so hard for not coming into work. He pays us, and therefore excuses his behavior with the obligation that he owns us from 8am – 4:30pm. E accept this, and are hesitant and fearful to not comply because it means the money could run dry and we too cannot pay to excuse our own wants and needs.
Chicago is overwhelming enough for me. The sights, the sounds, and constant stream of voices and activity between people, technology, and landscape. It’s practically an artwork of it’s own, one that I have grown to love, but at a respectful distance, as my introversion often dealt with feeling violated and exhausted by such an environment. The Housewares Show merely added to this overwhelming sense of feeling. Read more
Since starting my full-time job as a graphic designer, I’ve found myself relying on reading energy. The energy of people, the energy of a room, the energy of collaboration. Trying to gauge how much energy people are investing into projects. Much of the energy of my investment, has gone into cooking with my team. Read more
After several months of waiting and waiting, I had thought the ship had sailed. I was convinced and disappointed. It was a great position. Read more
“Is it really?”
We all looked at each other and laughed. We were having so much fun we had forgotten to keep track of time. Read more
“Hey. What’s the reason that girls didn’t get moved yesterday?” Read more
I’ve been out with people nearly every night this week. Which is odd for me. As an introvert I’m almost always isolating myself to give me plenty of time to recharge, especially since I work in customer service and spend pretty much 24/7 with people. Not this week though. Read more
“Will you always be here to help me with this?”
“Well, no, this is one of those things you really ought to be self sufficient at eventually.”
She tightened her lips. I knew she didn’t like that response. That’s the way these things go though. When you work in the retail industry your Visual Manager isn’t always there to get things done. She should know that. She’s worked retail before. Read more
“We got a lot done today.”
She rolled her eyes and I made a questioning face at her.
“He doesn’t think we did. He thinks we just wasted that last half hour doing nothing. He doesn’t believe in collaboration.” Read more
Shoppers filled my line as I rang at the register. The day blew by between the fast pace and the rude customers I attempted to dodge. With each passing moment of forcing my smile, I found my face hurting more and more. Soon my eyes began to hurt from keeping them from rolling at the mean/rude/stupid customers. After a while I had to crawl my way away from a register and sit in the office for a few minutes to breath. Read more