As the days progress, I'm sensing that my 2.5 year reign at Gold N Time Jewelry is nearing an end. As our economy continues following suit in depriving American citizens of jobs and money, I think it may be time to utilize my many certifications following my college experience and actually start fighting fires. This, of course is sad because I won't be able to look forward to 8 hours of Facebooking, catching up on Grey's Anatomy and Glee, blogging at work, and online shopping ($11 an hour well spent, Mr. Bossman.)
So, in lieu of depressing thoughts, I've decided to reflect on the ridiculous things that has happened at this jewelry store:
Buying teeth: I started working here when people realized that gold can be traded for some good cashola. During my first few months here, we bought some nice stuff: chains, pendants, diamond rings... etc. People were coming in one after another with gold, and leaving with green. Finally, the number started dwindling and the amount of gold pieces that were sold started winding down too. This became terrible really fast because these people selling really needed the money. As I said earlier, the economy isn't doing too much for the working class nowadays (I'm sure I didn't need to tell you that). Finally, it came to the point were people began selling their dental gold for money. The first time this happened, a little elderly woman came in with what looked like could have been a full set of dentures. Unfortunately, these were her real teeth. And by "looked like dentures," I mean looked like a 50 Cent legitimate grill. So I guess the moral of the story is save your chompers and take them to the step 2 dentist when they're no longer in your mouth: your local jewelry store.
Cycling Through New Hires: Enough said. I've had the opportunity to work with all sorts of interesting people. Jane*: the impulsive liar. There was never a dull moment with her. Even though 96% of the stuff she said were lies, she was still fun and interesting (even if it was a feign sense of interest.) Teddy*: we did 25 push-ups every hour on the hour. Cool guy. Todd*: coffee and cigarette breath guy. Jessica: My new black friend. Probably my favorite co-worker, ever. The rest is history. The reason for most of these short hires is because of my boss' short fuse. He fired most of them either because he didn't like the way they laughed, didn't trust Arabs, or because they were full of "bullshit." Evidently, when you own a family business, you can fire people for whatever reason and it's no big deal.
Talking Back to the Boss: Basically when you're hired into a family business, you become family. When problems arise, you don't need to communicate them in a professional manner. All you need to do is ignore one another for 4 days straight and then act as if nothing happened. So, if I tell Nick I don't want to go to the gas station for lottery tickets, or warm up his friends food he can stomp off like a toddler and throw chairs. This, obviously is followed by a 4 day silence period were only necessary communication is spoken and indirectly through another co-worker. Needless to say... well, there's nothing to say in response to that. The good thing is, is that we still maintain that work father/daughter relationship. It really will be a bummer to leave. Him and his wife are wonderful people.
These are really only a few things that happen here at GNT. Nothing too interesting, or boring. As I said earlier, I will hate to go. However, it's time to get off of my complacent butt and do what I need to do. My future is filled with dialysis geriatrics, pukey patients, and house fires.
I did, however dare to submit my application in with Farmington Hills fire Dept. This road of my life leads to the unknown. The only thing I'm sure of, is that if I am hired, I'll be moving out of my aunts and in with my lonesome at a one bedroom apartment with no telly. For better to make music with, my dear... I guess.
B. Thompson
*-names have been changed to protect the innocent. Actually, I don't particularly like talking about people whom I no longer associate with. Changing their name makes me feel that much better.
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