February 17th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
I was talking with an attractive young woman the other day about my job when she asked me if I found it cathartic.
She’d read somewhere that working with dough could be cathartic.
Now, what we were really doing was a little light flirting in the form of trying to assure each other that we aren’t stupid, even though we’re both employed at a supermarket.
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February 7th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
So, how about that Superbowl last weekend, eh?
What about that one play with the guy when he had the ball and it was like, wow? And that other one, where the guy got tackled? And that one call – WTF was the ref thinking? Well, at least that one team won. Unless you were rooting for the other team, the Cincinnati Bagels or whatever …
Okay, I admit it: I didn’t watch the Superbowl.
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January 15th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
In the dream I am surfing on a baguette pan like the kind I use at my new job. Sometimes it’s a four-channel pan and sometimes it’s a six but the four-channel works better because the wheels are bigger and not as recessed (which is interesting because baguette pans don’t have wheels).
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January 11th, 2009 by Corey A. Edwards
When I was in my late teens and early twenties, I worked first as a janitor for Hewlett Packard and then, some time later, as a security guard.
The first job, a delight of mop buckets, floor buffers, and trash bags, had a shift that ran from 7pm to 3:30 in the morning. It was an odd schedule but not too hard to get used to. Besides, I only lasted three months at the job.
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December 5th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
November 13th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
It is a pleasant summer day, the sun radiating down to heat our pleasant and bustling tourist destination of a town. I am on my knees behind the counter, busy taking inventory of a shipment of pseudo-prayer flags; squares of cloth emblazoned with brightly colored, new age motifs, strung together with black, cotton string, and selling for $41.50 apiece, retail.
The store is only moderately busy; tourists and regulars milling about the crystals, books, and tarot cards like lazy bees in a somnolent flower garden.
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October 22nd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
It is difficult to say what the exact cause of random stupidity in young men is but a good, general suspect is boredom. More windows have been broken out of boredom than hate, revenge, or any other reason.
In the early 90’s, I was employed at a mall record store and was frequently confronted by the twin specters of my own boredom and stupidity.
Most of the time our store was active with browsing adults, shoplifting teenagers, whining children, and sarcastic employees but certain times – say around 10:30 am on a Wednesday during the off-season – contrasted sharply with this otherwise boisterous environment.
It was on such a morning that I reached a personal zenith in boredom related stupidity.
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October 18th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
cae posing as a Security Guard – 1989-1991
In the late 80’s and early 90’s, I worked as a security guard at the Loveland, Colorado Hewlett Packard plant.
A sprawling complex of assembly and R&D, the plant was plagued by random waves of climatically inappropriate creatures inadvertently shipped to it in crates and pallets from places all over North America and the world; it wasn’t uncommon to find a gecko on the wall -in winter.
One year we were infested with the strangest, scariest looking arachnid I’ve ever seen.
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September 4th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
