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- 9 de Mar, 2015
@R00T found me in my old folks home and was delighted I took a break waving my cane at clouds. I told him in my many years of adventures, I do have some good stories and since he thought an Uncle Basso's story time would be fun (and a great way to rack up rebbit up doots) I gave him the option to pick a topic for our first.
I kinda enjoy writing even though what I tend to put here on the farms is not really edited or what not. While joking, yeah I've done some cool (least to me) stuff. I personally think everyone has good stories, most don't know it tho. I digress and want to preface, much like anything else here, assume there's some lee way while the basis is true, the names are changed to protect the innocent (I stole that from some TV show) also assume this is a work of fiction or what not.
The topic requested was stuff about my first job. I have omitted the mowing the people next door, paper route (hell I was a fucking SUB they didn't even give me my own route) and other "kid" jobs.
I worked at a family owned furniture store. Was good friends in high school with the grand son. We had it made in early 00's pulling 15/hr cash (to you youngings I saved almost everything and paid for my under grad this way crazy right?) + tips when we delivered things. Now As most teens I really wasn't sure what to do in life, and for a lot of weird reasons my home room in HS just happened to be the wood shop. Yes our school was weird. So instead of doing things like home work in study hall I did a lot of wood working and frankly I'm not carpenter but I've made some nice things and really took a shine to it.
So any damaged stuff I would do repairs sometimes go out to a customers home and fix something it was really nice. But mostly a load monkey as that's all high schoolers are (I'll spare the accounting story for later).
Being a lazy teen as all teenagers are my job mostly was sleeping on people's couches before we delivered them. Yes this happens so when your new lazy boy shows up.. know someone in a warehouse probably drooled on it dreaming of Star Trek. Every friday being a family company and me one of two employees who weren't we closed shop and had a big ole family lunch at a near by restaurant. Clearly could only make these in the summer because other wise I'd be in school at noon, like an normal person.
Well The owner/founder was my friends grandpa. We had such epic bantz with him. During the lunches he ALWAYS got a Manhattan cocktail. This place garnished them with a cherry, that or lemon zest are most common. Now as most 17-20 year olds go you've tasted an adult drink, probably a quick pull from rot gut vodka someone's older brother hooked you up with. But nothing like crafted cocktail.
Well, us being little shits, used to sneak the cherry outta his drink. It was more to be a pain in the ass than get drunk because well one cherry that's been sitting in Whiskey for 10 minutes isn't going to phase anyone.
He would get so sick of it at one point he yelled "I'll get you guys your own they know us here just leave my damned cherry alone" So we got hooked up. They for sure looked the other way we were under agers.
As I mentioned before one cherry isn't that much, but for someone who's not used to booze (yet) a single one of these can put you down. So basically that "sleep on someone's couch?" Yeah that hit us. This became enough that we stopped doing friday after noon deliveries, until our tolerances went up. Since a single drink put us under. Oh and he was kind enough not to dock our pays on friday.
Funny enough, as I've aged and all and survived many years of college and the liquor that entails, I frankly really like manhattans, personally while it's the snobbiest name for a drink ever, I order them "perfect" meaning it's half sweet vermouth, half dry. Little less sugary.
On the topic of dumb shit and food, there was a quiznos (sandwich chain) maybe 5 miles away well my friends unlce had one of the later Mercury Marauders, think an older cop car but a lot more zoom behind it. I had just got my Camaro and we used to street race, like retards, last one to the parking lot bought sandwiches. While I enjoy all cars, this instead of bringing scolding for our antics, turned the entire company into a war zone of Ford V Chevy arguments. I almost never lost unless traffic bit me.
We had this old ass box truck it was tired then and any time we had to go to the other warehouse that was in a rather rough spot in a major city (pre my working there they used to have to pay the mob to "protect" the place) so my buddy and I being careless and stupid would BLAST disco music and Ace of Base rolling through the ghetto. It got us looks for sure, but part of me thinks, any hood rat seeing two white kids in a beat up old box truck blasting the Bee Gees are to fucking insane to rob.
Well, I guess that's the start we shall if anyone cares or what not.
I kinda enjoy writing even though what I tend to put here on the farms is not really edited or what not. While joking, yeah I've done some cool (least to me) stuff. I personally think everyone has good stories, most don't know it tho. I digress and want to preface, much like anything else here, assume there's some lee way while the basis is true, the names are changed to protect the innocent (I stole that from some TV show) also assume this is a work of fiction or what not.
The topic requested was stuff about my first job. I have omitted the mowing the people next door, paper route (hell I was a fucking SUB they didn't even give me my own route) and other "kid" jobs.
I worked at a family owned furniture store. Was good friends in high school with the grand son. We had it made in early 00's pulling 15/hr cash (to you youngings I saved almost everything and paid for my under grad this way crazy right?) + tips when we delivered things. Now As most teens I really wasn't sure what to do in life, and for a lot of weird reasons my home room in HS just happened to be the wood shop. Yes our school was weird. So instead of doing things like home work in study hall I did a lot of wood working and frankly I'm not carpenter but I've made some nice things and really took a shine to it.
So any damaged stuff I would do repairs sometimes go out to a customers home and fix something it was really nice. But mostly a load monkey as that's all high schoolers are (I'll spare the accounting story for later).
Being a lazy teen as all teenagers are my job mostly was sleeping on people's couches before we delivered them. Yes this happens so when your new lazy boy shows up.. know someone in a warehouse probably drooled on it dreaming of Star Trek. Every friday being a family company and me one of two employees who weren't we closed shop and had a big ole family lunch at a near by restaurant. Clearly could only make these in the summer because other wise I'd be in school at noon, like an normal person.
Well The owner/founder was my friends grandpa. We had such epic bantz with him. During the lunches he ALWAYS got a Manhattan cocktail. This place garnished them with a cherry, that or lemon zest are most common. Now as most 17-20 year olds go you've tasted an adult drink, probably a quick pull from rot gut vodka someone's older brother hooked you up with. But nothing like crafted cocktail.
Well, us being little shits, used to sneak the cherry outta his drink. It was more to be a pain in the ass than get drunk because well one cherry that's been sitting in Whiskey for 10 minutes isn't going to phase anyone.
He would get so sick of it at one point he yelled "I'll get you guys your own they know us here just leave my damned cherry alone" So we got hooked up. They for sure looked the other way we were under agers.
As I mentioned before one cherry isn't that much, but for someone who's not used to booze (yet) a single one of these can put you down. So basically that "sleep on someone's couch?" Yeah that hit us. This became enough that we stopped doing friday after noon deliveries, until our tolerances went up. Since a single drink put us under. Oh and he was kind enough not to dock our pays on friday.
Funny enough, as I've aged and all and survived many years of college and the liquor that entails, I frankly really like manhattans, personally while it's the snobbiest name for a drink ever, I order them "perfect" meaning it's half sweet vermouth, half dry. Little less sugary.
On the topic of dumb shit and food, there was a quiznos (sandwich chain) maybe 5 miles away well my friends unlce had one of the later Mercury Marauders, think an older cop car but a lot more zoom behind it. I had just got my Camaro and we used to street race, like retards, last one to the parking lot bought sandwiches. While I enjoy all cars, this instead of bringing scolding for our antics, turned the entire company into a war zone of Ford V Chevy arguments. I almost never lost unless traffic bit me.
We had this old ass box truck it was tired then and any time we had to go to the other warehouse that was in a rather rough spot in a major city (pre my working there they used to have to pay the mob to "protect" the place) so my buddy and I being careless and stupid would BLAST disco music and Ace of Base rolling through the ghetto. It got us looks for sure, but part of me thinks, any hood rat seeing two white kids in a beat up old box truck blasting the Bee Gees are to fucking insane to rob.
Well, I guess that's the start we shall if anyone cares or what not.
