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By Tony J. May Sr.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
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Sometimes what goes around comes around, sometimes "stuff" just happens
Some years ago... when I was starting what I thought and hoped would be a career, with a local supply company. I took a entry level position in the shipping and receiving department, the job I thought at the time, held a lot of promise of blossoming into what I imagined was bigger and better things to come.
This job had come about because of the work I had done in the initial job I held in the warehouse, filling orders in what was called the " will call dept", so named because a lot of customers would submit orders to be immediatelly filled on the spot, or call ahead, then pick them up, hence the term "will call". When my ankle, weakened from a premature birth, gave in under the rigors of
working in the warehouse and the miles of walking that were required to do the job and especially from all I demanded from my body in a all out effort to do as well as I possibly could. I came to a point that I realized I had to resign. But a short time later and quite unexpectidately I was called back to the company to assume the shipping and receiving, data entry job that was offered to me. I was elated! This was not the path I would have taken to get this opportunity, but "all's well that ends well"
. The office was nice, it was small but completely functional and accommodating. The entire office was encased in a half wall window, which allowed us to monitor the shipments that were constantly arriving and being shipped out. It was a busy place. The need for accuracy, and multi-tasking were a absolute must, as well as the acquiring of a thick skin. This was a more demanding job, than any I had ever known before. Management was more than willing to let you know of the least little slip up and/or mistake. They were unforgiving and specifically clear in what they expected of this department and each individual, but ... all things considered, I had my chance and I had a plan to really show management, that they couldn't have picked a better man for the job. How little did I know of what the future held.
The plan such as it was, seemed early on to be in jeopardy and was certainly diminished if not all together halted by one of the senior members of the dept. He thought I was hired to replace him. There was more than enough work for the all of us, and looking back I can see now that the company had apparently made aggressive plans to expand and was merely increasing staff in anticipation. But these facts were lost on the guy that was, if in name only, my trainer. He hindered me in so many ways, and if not for the fact that I was too naive to realize what he was doing and if not for the stars in my eyes, I would have surely been discouraged. But for better or worse I persisted, and was even more determined, and dedicated... and my reward for the effort was, that I was resented even more, by the trainer for my enthusiasm.
One day as I was at work, despite the fact that I was under the weather; I had a upset stomach, which was unusual for me. My stomach had seldom been out of sorts, if ever. This was more than the exception this was a case study! As the day went on rumblings and indications of all sorts, that something I had at one time thought, was a good idea to eat, was about to prove me so very, very wrong. Something was about to make a reappearance in some form or another! After a day of extreme struggle to maintain my dignity and not offend anyone; my stomach gave notice! I was about to "release" pressure, and the main event was soon to follow.
Thinking I was alone and no longer able to fight nature, I was at last able to release the pressure! The result was foul!!!! Not that I took the time to admire or evaluate this fact! Even the act gave me instant knowledge that .... this was a WINNER! The air was green! As I did the deed I left the small shipping office to complete a errand. I was busy and was running slightly behind. As a result of my not feeling so well, As I rushed out of the office door. I was mindful that standing protocol was to lock the door, but on the way out, I misjudged the distance and the door was locked but not closed all the way. Oh well, I thought, I'll be right back. Besides, I had to get these reports and paperwork copied and faxed ASAP. Anyway I thought I should go back and leave the door open, just to air out the office, but then again... I could do so when I got back from the copy center, these reports and paper work needed to be processed, so I left to do just that......
As I was returning some minutes later, I noticed my trainer, returning as I rounded the corner. Oh no, I thought! He's going to beat me back and the office hasn't been aired out! OH NO!!!! Then it occurred to me, Hmmmmmm..... Oh Yes .... The Marques Desade was about to inherit his just deserts ... so I just stood back out of sight, and watched ....
The trainer had barely entered the office and was immediately overcome, or blinded, or both. We had become experts at timing the office door and closing with a fling,a type of backhand flip, it became a routine as we entered or exited the office, and we did so without a thought!!!!! Matter of fact I had learned this art from him, though I was not nearly as smooth. His superior talent was his undoing! Oh ...yes boys and girls ... he was in pain .... he gagged, he made faces, he sweated! I thought and wondered is he was going to bleed...and OK... I admit it, I loved it! Realizing he was in dire straits he lunged for the door, and immediately was terrified to discover the door was locked! I almost stopped laughing long enough to run to his rescue, but then... I realized I had this bum ankle, so it was not prudent to make any sudden moves and when you laugh as hard as I was laughing, it causes you to breathe deeper and under the circumstances, this would not be a good thing, so he was on his own ....
Long story short, he did make it out alive. Curiously enough, sometime shortly there after he retired... I was not invited to the retirement party.... go figure?
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