A Brief Rumination on My Life

I spend too much of my life in Macey's. I worked this morning after my Linguistics 490 seminar until the Irish Dance class I have at 4pm with my wife. After dancing and fast food-ing, I returned to work for another two hours to get some more work hours for the week. My wife arrived at the end of my shift to pick me up to do grocery shopping. Where did we shop for groceries? Yes, you guessed it- Macey's. Fortunately tomorrow I don't have to work, but Thursday is when I arrive at 4:30am and work until 3:30pm (with one break for a class to break up the monotony). I will probably end up at Macey's tomorrow, anyway. I don't know why yet. That place just kind of sucks the soul out of me, keeping me returning every single day except Sunday. Macey's is not that bad of a place to work for, though. The people with whom I work are, for the most part, very nice and easy going. The in-store baked doughnuts are also very friendly, though I have tried to restrict my time with that raucous band of trans fat, cholesterol, saturated fat, and simple carbohydrate-soaked goodness. I used to "roll" with the bananas, apples, and romaine hearts, but I no longer claim the Produce department as my stomping ground. I now work in the Scanning department, "chilling" with hot, distempered computers and decorating the shelves with price labels and signs. I also get to scan products with a special radiation gun that, if engaged on a human, will cause the victim to grow a third eye on his backside. The radiation gun makes bananas bigger, tomatoes juicier, milk whiter, toothpaste tastier, sponges spongier, cheese cheesier, doughnuts more dense, and UPC's and merchandise prices more accurate.