All Good Things

Well we all know the age old adage that all good things smell nice…and also come to an end. Fear not the blog shall remain (though I do need to spend more time writing real stuff) and I am still selling papers – but Tony is no longer running the paper business. That’s right my boss that told me on my first day that I should maybe “bring a book or some music to listen to – as it gets a bit boring.” is gone as of Monday. Now I have Maria and Colin. We had a big meeting on Thursday to discus there take-over, here is a bit from the letter they sent me to tell me about the meeting:

“We have some exciting plans for the new vending operation and I would like you to share that with me and be part of that team.” No that is not me (for once) having typos that is the way they wrote it and that is only one error of many on a very small note. Chris nearly jumped out of his English teacher skin reading it.

Their exciting plans went something like this:
New uniforms- they want hip and trendy but we still have to have high visibility– their example red baseball hats. Be afraid.
Standing – they want us to do this – I rarely do this, I suggested a high stool instead.
Reading – they don’t want us to do this unless it is the paper. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that out of my two and half hour shift if I was to take time to read the whole Evening News I would still have two hours and twenty two minutes to kill. I’m going to keep on reading till they pry the book out of my frost bit fingers.
Yelling – they want us to yell out to people on the street, which I have no problem with they just might not like what I’m yelling though. It would be something along the lines of “For the love of God woman! Don’t wear that jean skirt!” But if we don’t feel like yelling they are creating a machine that will yell for us. Because no, that won’t get annoying.
And many other ‘exciting’ things I won’t even bore you with. It is just sad when big money kills the little man doing nothing for barley nothing.

In other stand news at the newsstand: Last Thursday Stewart (guy who sings on street corner) has a blind date. We had a quick conversation about it then he ran off to sit 20 feet away and sing Madness songs, which only seems appropriate. I then over heard a mother explaining to her young daughter why Stewart sings; she just said “It’s his passion.”

Favorite Quote of the week: “I overheard your conversation while dusting jam.”