Trying to keep on with my humor is slowly getting to be a challenge, especially this morning, but I did end up getting a bit of a lesson and something to think about this morning. Let me explain.
Perhaps in all of the city, there is one person who is a rather overachiever. This person does a thankless job, gets growled at for doing it, and is probably fairly happy in doing it. With this sort of lifestyle, they are often seen as a loner, one who's willing to work by themselves, often preferring it. Now, who is this?
If you said me, you are right ... but that was not the answer I'm looking for.
At 3 am this morning, I was woken up by the street sweeper. This thankless guy not only passed by close enough to my bedroom window to peek inside if he so desired, but went back and forth three more times. The last time was where I was about to get back to sleep ... and then he came by for the fourth time. After laying there for a heartbeat, I cursed him and got up.
Now, you might ask, So what? You are usually up at this time of the morning?
Yes, you would be right, but of late, I have not been going to the gym because of my ankle. It's been slowly healing from some sort of twist or pain and since I'm on my feet all the time, I figured to give it until next Monday before going back to the gym. Just to be sure. So, the plan was to sleep in until 5 am ... well, this overachiever did NOT get the memo. So I'm up.
After showering and dressing, I watched a few episodes of The Batman
before deciding to go to the Waffle House just up the street from the apartment. I could walk there, but if I didn't want to go to the gym, why would I walk? So, anyways, I go there. As I was getting out of the car and walking towards the door, the lad working inside went over to unlock the door. I thought this was curious, but came in without a complaint, just a smile and a Good Morning!
My waitress was a young girl who was overworked, under appreciated, and exhausted. According to her, she had been working for 24 hours straight ... and I'm pretty sure she had been up for that long! I had to patiently repeat my order and deal with the constant string of apologies. Now, I have done this before with working for two days straight without sleep for an unappreciative boss and for peanuts. So, I was very patient and understanding.
When I got my breakfast of steak and eggs, she asked if I needed anything else before apologizing again and heading for the door to go burn a cigarette. She did pause and asked if I had a lighter; I didn't. I had a thought that I probably was one of the few Waffle House regulars who didn't smoke, drink, or fool around. Keep in mind for those of you who are not from the South, Waffle House is a chain of restaurants which has been described as Soulfood for White People
. Honestly, I never thought about it before, but after hearing that, I have to agree.
It took me half an hour to finish and when I was, I sat there, just allowing my breakfast and meds (which I took before leaving the apartment) settle. The lad who was cleaning up walked past with three bags of trash and was told by the other waitress to be careful. Now, I live around in this area. I'm not stupid; I make sure I know my surroundings. But I've never had a problem ... and I used to walk or bike to work often at 5 am and never had a problem, other than a police officer asking me about my bike lights, not the fact I was on the sidewalk or out in the wee hours of the morning. This poor fellow and his other workers got robbed recently at gun point.
Now, for me, that was a sobering point. I have been robbed at the Best Western hotel up the street as you might remember from a few journal past. The short of it was the fool got away with $85 (at least less than $100) in cash and I was the one who got grilled by the police who did NOT go looking for the robber. And I found out later two cop cars and the owner were sitting at the Waffle House next door (this was not the one I was eating at; I don't eat at that one!) The cops read me the riot act, searched my car, and found NOTHING to tie me to the robbery. But they would threaten me with an arrest to which I told them, "Let's go ... when you find out I'm innocent and you guys were wrong, I will have your badges and I will own this motel."
This went on for about three hours (possibly four, don't quote me on that!) I was released and stayed on for two years before telling the owner to go and fuck himself when he came in and started giving me garbage about me, my appearance, and my "Lack of Doing Anything"
... I had just done a 10 hour shift and a 9 hour one at Sears, so I was not in the mood for his "You don't work enough!"
I threatened him with a beating so bad that it would take an oral surgeon and a proctologist to figure out who he was afterwards.
I had the gang at my nearby Waffle House laughing which is what I wanted and then waved good bye. I have to thank these guys for reminding me that when I feel unappreciated at my job or it's a little harder to get out of bed, I have the best job in Savannah ... and there's always worse jobs to have. So, here's to you who have the hard and thankless jobs!
Love and Kisses,