#dime-a-dozen

I was handed yesterday a 'certificate of recognition' by the humanless store director for 'serving' five years at 'Dime-a-Dozen.'  Five years.  Wow.  Has it been that long? Hmmm....although I don't have a whole lot of pride for my employer, or my job there, I do have a sense of pride for what I accomplished as a result of my five years. I bought and paid off a car little less than four years of that five-year span. We won't discuss that dark period between 2009-2010, but I am happy to say that in less than two months from now, I will be getting married. I met my soon-to-be wife at my employer, so there is some good that came out of 'Dime-a-Dozen.'  I am successfully moved out, and paying rent on time (also not in debt, proud to say).

Just met the nicest guy in Buena Heights, Michigan. I went inside a store called Dime-a-Dozen, and some guy recognized me because I was featured in the Detroit Free Press last year. I didn’t catch his name (his nametag was backwards). Anyways, he said I was like a journeyman. I smiled, shook his hand, and thanked him. I think he got confused with what journeyman means, and by definition, I am far from a journeyman. But the name stuck with me. I haven't mastered life yet, and I am still learning my trad...WAIT!... ...come to think about it...I am on a journey and I keep a journal about the journey. Hmmm...maybe…just maybe…I am a journeyman.

I get to the parking lot of my employer (oh, forgot to mention, I am a grocery clerk at your local retail store), and as always – people craze over that one single parking spot. I hate-hate (hate!) it when someone waits for that holy parking spot with their annoying blinker on, indicting that spot is theirs and they will defend it for dear life. In their brain, it's QUICKER to wait for a parking spot, park, rather than park at a spot a few spots farther from the store. Ignorance/arrogance is bliss, especially when they block all the other drivers.