Sitting outside of the tall glass building outside of the Starbucks finishing up my Vons croissant, I'm trying to take it all in since this is still fresh and new to an extent. I'm not new the the area, but the fact that I drive about and hour and twenty minutes to get here before 8 am so that I'm not locked out of traffic and the burden of seeming fresh and clean under stress sweat. AT the moment I just had a group of upstanding citizens near the area of Beverly Hills with apple cheeks of a chilly 56 degrees morning in bright and cheery costume, a stark contrast to my black shirt and slacks and the only color offered are the brass pieces of my suspenders, black of course.
It's new yet I'm used to it all at the same time. I'm used to of wealth and freedom casually walk by people like me in the day. Over to my left, two men in construction orange start their breakfast before scaling the highrise and begin to wash the many windows that this huge building has. I do not have their constitution for heights and I wish them well. It's hard work and I hope it's well paid as well, especially at the risk of gravity.
In front of me, the lobby of the building is being vacuumed by the building staff for some sort of event among the granite waterfalls that makes this a popular poke stop. I make it my duty to wish them good morning as well as make sure my face is seen, If there's anyone who can assist you in the worst of times it's the people who have to do the grunt work. I'm quite used to this considering I come from blue collar parents who specialize in service. My father comes to mind as he now in some odd way oversee a hotel near the airport when some time ago, a decade perhaps, he was still the Banquet Supervisor and rose up from Table staff. He taught me to always be the first there, always shake hands with the new clients so that they know your face, and always keep your support network happy. In a blink of an eye, anything can happen and as bad as that is for the client trying to get their pdf to work to the auditorium filled with people, it's your moment to shine and show why you get there early. He even gets calls after he leaves work, sadly incompetence often has a business degree and a golden parachute.
My father has neither, and for that limitation he's not officially running the hotel. When people say they're looking for experience as well as credentials, never believe them. People will always go for paper with gold leaf instead of scared based experience. Although it was a lesson he never taught me, I learned very well from his example. Paper gets you six figures. experience gets you twenty thousand less than that if you're lucky. People with experience always support gold leaf, even when they install their idea of what will make the system work well, always at a cost fo the workers in the form of cuts and longer hours. It's great to show off the first six months, yet as soon as a year is near the labor union is up in arms once more and the management pushes out the gold leaf to loftier resumes of running hotels and uber management kudos. It takes about that long once more to get things back into shape, usually by people like my father only to repeat the same cycle once the new gold leaf has the same idea and received the same warning as before.
Fun.
Two women are dressed in orange as their favorite lesbian romance fantasy sans the shanking and solitary. Fandoms are odd to me. The best way to get someone to dislike your thing is to try and explain it. Very few times will you ever find someone who is sold by your portrayal. The first season was interesting, but I have to imagine that the prison experience is a bit overlooked. Mind you it's no OZ, but that would only make the lesbianism less sexy, especially with the overlooked concept of the shanking and solitary. So yea....that. Two more men in orange work shirts leave with their boss behind them checking his phone. Supposedly there's someone with "nice bug tits" inside away from my view. I'm going to have to take their overheard word as I continue to type away while the listening to a calm guitar play in Skull Candy headphones. Over to my left another person has walked in with a pumpkin. Wonder if Starbucks would take special orders for fresh spice? Probably not.
I look towards my watch and notice I have less than twenty minutes to go, as I try to see if I have enough time to make this habit. I'm not local enough to fit in a run or workout before work and if I can fit in writing at this time I know I can at least calm my mind if not my body's need to let off steam. This job is almost annoyingly close, as it does keep me on my feet, yet it doesn't provide me with the ability to be comfortable in my workout gear. Once again, shirt and slacks is the definition of business casual as I watch someone dressed in a baseball uniform walk into the building.
Did I mention it's Halloween? Did I have to? I mean, so....yea....that.
Continuing my thought, I know I'm not that important here, because I can't afford the fancy gym with the DJ and boxing ring outside. Shoot, I'm not even allowed to park in the full-time lot and have to reside myself to the $12 a day lot across the street and near the party gym with perfect lighting for the perfect mirrors there. Some people even get here as early as I do, hit the gym and then the office. I'm still waiting on my first check while having to borrow money to make it work. I really hope this works out. I really hope I can get a leg up and a bit closer to financial stability.
Looking over to my watch I know it's time to go in and prep for my day. That and my bladder reminds me that I need to replenish my patience. It's a short entry by my standards, but mayhaps a more frequent one, even though I am sadden and somewhat repulse at the length of the side bar being too long for my liking. I'm more used to longer posts where the bar shortens to an almost nub, but ce'la vi, no?
A new day begins and I must take on my Corperate Thug persona.
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