Coyotes, Skinnies, Teen-age moms, and I.

Or, why the hell can't I get a job anywhere else?

Yes, I've finally managed to find a job. But it's of the worst kind. A temporary employment company named The Command Center located in Hopkins, a good twenty minutes drive on the freeway, plus more if traffics bad. And traffic is always bad in the mornings, when i get off of work. You see, at the Command Center they find all sorts of low-end -warm-body-needed types of jobs at places like Cub Foods or Wal-Mart or the local prison or whatever, and throw enough warm bodies at it until the resident management team is satisfied. I've drawn the lot of midnight shift at a Wal-mart. I stack shelves, move carts full of overstocked, under-priced, chinese-made junk from point A to point B, and in general work my ass off for 8 bucks an hour. The shift actually starts at 10 P, and ends at 7 AM, which is why i always hit the morning traffic jam when coming home dog-tired.

This has been going on all week, and I'll likely be taking another mid-night shift at a different store next week. I've taken to sleeping until around 4 Pm or so, after which I get up and try and psych myself up for the nights work.

It's a living, I guess. I started off all full of excitement and "Oh my goodness I'm going to be working at a REAL job!" Now I just wonder why everyone in management is such a damn stickler for Every. Little. Thing. EVERYTHING must be JUST so. I've never been great at following other peoples directions as to how things should be. My dad can tell you that much. Now I've gatta adjust or get fired. I suppose I should have had to have done this sooner or later.