Miscellaneous Account, Miscellaneous Day
11/17/07 05:09 PM | Toil It
Morning.
I got the call at 5:54AM. My phone was calling me to awaken. I expected it. I programmed it to do so. I got up. I left the lights off and used the ethereal light from the phone display to find my way around the bed. I made it to the master bath. I master bathed in the shower. I selected socks, underwear and shirt in the Near Dark (no thanks to Kathyrn Bigelow) once again using phone to see my way to wardrobe. Dressed, I kissed the missus and drove to work.
Seventy.
The drive was fine. The morning was still thinking it was night there was little evidence of solar illumination. I took the nearly complete Super 70 corridor drive, there were no construction workers. She is all but done, and the Speed Limit signs are 55mph again. I set the cruise at 55, and rolled on. I arrived downtown at 7:05 AM
Impression of Dawn
Before I went to work I stopped at the Conseco Fieldhouse Starbucks. My Starbucks. Two of the three Stephanies that work at My Starbucks were there and I got a free grande water for being the only customer during their first hour open. The water is always free and I always get one but it was offered as a Free water this morning, I gladly accepted. The sausage breakfast sandwich was delicious although not free. I ate and read some of Philip Vail's account of "The Turbulent Life of Aaron Burr" in paperback, I planned on reading more, instead I looked out the window at the wind oh, and I plucked from my bag of tricks (there are no tricks in my trick bag, but there was a notebook) a notebook into which I recorded an impression (ink pen and roller ball delivery system impression to be exact) of the arrival of the light and the start of the day. Here I offer it to the world unedited.
11/17/07 8:03 AM
Watching the sky lighten as the sun comes up. I am looking
west from Starbucks. The dirty and drab streets gain contrast
as a wispy clouded sky presents itself. The blue and white
flags across the street move gently with the influences of a
light, northerly breeze. It is 37° and looking to be a pretty
day outside for anyone who has a pretty day inside state of
mind. I just want it to be over so I can go back to bed.
I clean up my mess, get a refill on my coffee and drive to the store parking lot. I don't expect the day to be of any value to me at all. If it wasn't the Canon Demo day I would be off. I was scheduled off last year on Canon Demo day and have suffered for it ever since. I have heard dozens of times that it was the best single day we've ever had. That I could have made a boat of booty from Canon company spiffs and "Made my Month" all in just that one day. That is why I wasn't expecting history to repeat. At our pre-opening pep talk I noticed that I put the lid was back on my coffee with the sippy hole directly over the overlap seam which causes structural integrity loss and a seam channel that directs some of the java treat to the garment of the unlucky cup inverter. I created a vacuum seal on the straw to my free water by placing my finger tightly over the end, and dribbled water over a paper towel and addressed the residual effects of the loss of structural integrity mentioned above. Someone pointed, another smirked and Bruce and Phil looked and one said "What?" I looked up and said. "Nothing, just another bonus of being Chuck." Customers came and went. The day came and went. The ticket count rivaled that of last years record. The dollar amount about a third of that hallowed retail summit. History Never repeats.
Song time, "History Never Repeats", by Neil Finn, Split Enz, Wiatta
History never repeats
I tell myself before I go to sleep
Don't say the words you might regret
I've lost before you know I can't forget
There was a girl I used to know
She dealt my love a savage blow
I was so young, too blind to see
But anyway that's History
I say
History never repeats
I tell myself before I go to sleep
Don't say the words you might regret
I've lost before you know I can't forget
You say I always played the fool
Well I can't go on, if that's the rule
Better to jump than hesitate
I need a change and I can't wait
History never repeats
I tell myself before I go to sleep
And there's a light shining in the dark
Leading me on towards a change of heart
History never repeats, history never repeats
Chuck Pace © 2007
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I heard someone repeat the, "Just another bonus of being Chuck" line. I'm Charlie Brown, Jerry Lewis and Gomer Pyle all rolled into one lest successful package, and boy ain't it a treat.
I got the call at 5:54AM. My phone was calling me to awaken. I expected it. I programmed it to do so. I got up. I left the lights off and used the ethereal light from the phone display to find my way around the bed. I made it to the master bath. I master bathed in the shower. I selected socks, underwear and shirt in the Near Dark (no thanks to Kathyrn Bigelow) once again using phone to see my way to wardrobe. Dressed, I kissed the missus and drove to work.
Seventy.
The drive was fine. The morning was still thinking it was night there was little evidence of solar illumination. I took the nearly complete Super 70 corridor drive, there were no construction workers. She is all but done, and the Speed Limit signs are 55mph again. I set the cruise at 55, and rolled on. I arrived downtown at 7:05 AM
Impression of Dawn
11/17/07 8:03 AM
Watching the sky lighten as the sun comes up. I am looking
west from Starbucks. The dirty and drab streets gain contrast
as a wispy clouded sky presents itself. The blue and white
flags across the street move gently with the influences of a
light, northerly breeze. It is 37° and looking to be a pretty
day outside for anyone who has a pretty day inside state of
mind. I just want it to be over so I can go back to bed.
Song time, "History Never Repeats", by Neil Finn, Split Enz, Wiatta
History never repeats
I tell myself before I go to sleep
Don't say the words you might regret
I've lost before you know I can't forget
There was a girl I used to know
She dealt my love a savage blow
I was so young, too blind to see
But anyway that's History
I say
History never repeats
I tell myself before I go to sleep
Don't say the words you might regret
I've lost before you know I can't forget
You say I always played the fool
Well I can't go on, if that's the rule
Better to jump than hesitate
I need a change and I can't wait
History never repeats
I tell myself before I go to sleep
And there's a light shining in the dark
Leading me on towards a change of heart
History never repeats, history never repeats
Chuck Pace © 2007
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I heard someone repeat the, "Just another bonus of being Chuck" line. I'm Charlie Brown, Jerry Lewis and Gomer Pyle all rolled into one lest successful package, and boy ain't it a treat.