The New Look / 4:45 In The Afternoon

The New Look
Sep. 5th, 2008 at 1:41 AM
Yesterday was Thursday September 4, 2008. Thursday went well, it was just another day, at least is wasn't manic like most days. Work was not so bad. Today I was working on one of the new registers again, now they have the touch screen registers. They are pretty neat, you can see everything that you are doing, but you can still do it the old fashion way, because their is an a keypad on the right. The colors are funky, their is royal blue, light, sky blue, deep yellow, a dark blue, beige. They painted this Walmart that I work in with different shades of blue beiges, yellow, it looks really strange. I don't think I like all the changes that are being made, everything is so messed up. Customer's are usually complaining when they are not able to find the things that they need. I going to have to take picture so you can see the interior. Tommorrow, I don't have nothing planned, I don't know how tommorrow is going to go, but I hope it goes well. Usually on Friday before noon, I always send a Avon campaign order off. I do it online through the website, but you can send it in if you want. I do it online so I can get 2 extra selling days. A order goes off every 2 weeks. I don't have many customers yet, I only have family now. I could pick a couple of businesess and just leave a book. I got to get motivated, if I wasn't working on Saturdays, I could probably get more customers




4:45 In The Afternoon
Sep. 5th, 2008 at 8:26 PM
santailax47
I don't think I could ever forget this route, even if I moved to Australia for a couple of years. I think I have traveled this road so many times before, the same route, the same setting, the same time. Here we are again at the same place at the same time, I am headed toward my destination. The distance use to be a problem which lead to a solution, and the solution to the problem was space. I spend the same amount of minutes in this very hour each time I travel these roads. 4:45 is significant, I know when the clock hits 4:45, I am almost there. I now when the clock 4:45pm, the break is almost over. Also, I've noticed that I keep running into to planes flying while I am driving. They are usually coming from while I am going to. When I'm departing heading toward my destination, they returning and it always happens at about 4:45. When I get to this point, the double lane highway when 55mpm changes to 45mph, I know what is going to happen at 4:45. It usually happens while I'm driving. All I have to do is glance up while I am looking at the road of course and then it happens. The plane is passing by again, on its way to CAE. It is strange that I always know what is going to happen at 4:45. It is hard not notice when it happens at about around the same time everyday when I am on my way. The passengers are always flying high when I am riding low. I don't know if it is safer in the air or on the ground, because theres danger in both directions, so make your choice. When I meet the plane, that indicates that someone is on their way back from somewhere, a place faraway on the otherside of the ocean. Armored powerplanes equipped for the long journey ahead, unlike my v-8 engine car that rolls on wheels, which couldn't possibly make it to New Zealand. Planes can take you anywhere you want to go, they are so complex and cars are so simple, they can only get you to a certain point on the map. Planes are similar to flying birds, because they can only function in air, because you couldn't fly a plane on ground. I can just imagine when it actually hits the ground and comes a sudden hault, the feeling of relief when you been in the air for 35 days, then when you stop, that is a sign of relief. I think the hold time I would be holding my breathe while I am in air, because I always way feel like I am going to fall when I am up high. You know when you walk off the plane and walk steadily down the steps, you are going to get to see your friends and loved ones, it feels like a reunion . They will be awaiting your return and welcoming you back with open arms. It hard to believe that you are back to the place you started from, but it feels so good to be back after the long journey, eventhough it was hard to leave the place you went to. It is always like from here to there, from there to here, back to the place you started from. I know when they land the lobby will be filled with loved ones awaiting their return. When I usually go to airports it is usually sad especially when people are saying their goodbyes, airports can be so emotional, it like not wanting to give away your favorite shirt. I just think leaving is like the barrier, that separates you from someone or something. When you leave you are going to missed your loved ones, when you leave you are going to miss sleeping in your own bed. Sometimes you just wish you could just go away with them, and it make you feel like you don't want to be where you are. Tears, hugs and goodbyes, hellos, I have experienced it to, I don't know how many times I felt like crying when my sister had to return to the airport. It was o.k. during the ride to the airport, and sitting in the lobby talking, but when you hear the announcement about the flight leaving in about 10 minutes, you start to get teary eyed, but I usually try to hold it back, because I don't want to show much emotion. I wish I were a plane so I could fly like a bird but their is a difference. I think it would be easier to be a plane because I would be made of gizmos and gadgets, I would be able to run off of gasoline instead of blood. I want have to deal with all these mixed emotions, and I want have to feel pain. just metallic on the outside and motorized on the inside, no vital living organs. But if I were a bird I would have flesh, vital organs, lungs, liver. I would be able to breathe, bleed, and sing. I would have a beating heart, along with physical attractions to the opposite sex just like humans. The only difference would be being able to fly. But, now I can't change it, and I couldn't be a bird even if I wanted to. A plane ride is going to be just as close as it gets to flying. I could of been a bird, but I would rather be a plane because planes don't run off of calories and carbohydrates, they run off gasoline. The taste of gasoline, I wonder would I even be around to experience the aftertaste. As I'm driving down the road then suddenly I look up and there's that plane again flying while I'm driving. It something to look foward too on your way, because the drive seems long, but long drives are always the best more theraputic than stressful. It used to be something I dreaded, but not is something that i need before I enter the madhouse. The distance is good because, if it was walking distance I would not have this time to refresh and put myself together. While I'mcruising down the road, with the windows rolled down, the air hitting my face, I am just taking it all in, while I can, because I know when the car stops I want even be able to hardly take a breathe of fresh air. I will be breathing through all of the toxins that are in the atomosphere when I am inside. I am trapped inside with no where to hide. Before I get here I always think what will I do if I can get out, I just hope that I don't fall in here, anywhere else but here.