I don't have any news, but feel mostly justified in lack of reporting the 'lack thereof', since I have been working a Publix for the past several days. I had not been scheduled as Floral Clerk in months, the last time being when the Floral Specialist was taking his last bit of vacation time before the end of 2009. Factoring in the sad, stomped on, disheveled Economy in general, and people attempting to help their weekly budget stretch even more, shopping at the highest priced grocery place in town has been somewhat slow.
Meaning the expendable part-time workers might get 3, or 8 or 0 hours on the weekly schedule. I continue to be thankful for the individuals who made sure I did not get dropped out completely from Publix Employment. And am hopeful that the rumor has truth: I understand the New Guy had a recommendation that putting me on the schedule would free up his other workers to do what they know best. As well as give me the opportunity to keep from getting completely rusted-out with floral work. Like those junked vehicles that have been sitting in the overgrown pasture so long tree trunks are growing up inside the frames, and they are now completely hemmed in, unmoveable...
So I worked last Sunday, then Thurs., Friday, Sat., and go back today (after my weekly dose of Jesus). He had me go in at 8:00 last Sunday, and I am thinking if he chooses to have me work on a regular basis, I will attempt to negotiate the starting time so I can get to early church, should he want it to be on Sunday.
So: Happy V. Day. Hope you get chocloates instead of Roses. I will also be working on Monday, to do some cleaning up and re-assembly after the storm of "desperate to do the right thing men" has passed. Which means I will be there bright and early on Monday morning when all the left-over Reeses' mini-peanut butter cups are marked down to half price: my little (non) secret addiction... :(
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