They call us “facers”. Our job is to make sure all the items on the shelves are facing the right way (main logos outwards towards the aisles) and to make sure all items are in the right place. I came unexpectedly, and sometimes with some people I fear I will stay here unwelcome. I tried for a month and a half to get my job back at Jewel. I know, Jewel isn’t exactly the best place to work, but when you’re seventeen and have applied at about twenty-three other places that haven’t hired you or even acknowledged that you put in an application, going back to the one job you quit starts to look pretty good. I tried to get back into bagging… I thought maybe I could work towards being promoted to cashier. But apparently they hired too many new baggers already. So instead, I was sent to the grocery section as a facer. A promotion from facing will land you a job in Stock. I went in last Monday, and Marty, the manager, hired me right on the spot. I took over hours that were left open by people who had quit or been fired. Now it is my fourth day, and things are starting to settle in more. The strange thing is that I am working along side with my ex-girlfriend , Kristen. We broke up a little over a year ago. She has been dating one of my best friends also for a little over a year now. But I’m getting along with her. I never liked to hold grudges against anyone. I just don’t see a point to it. Tonight, I was finally included in a glorious act of male bonding that happens a few days after you start a job. As many male bonding experiences also consist of, this one consisted of and started because of women. Stark walked down the aisle with a smile across his face, shaking his head. He tells Ryan and I about a very sexy blond with a short skirt down aisle one. We were down aisle eight. Soon enough she walked by. Magnificent. Simply amazing. Gorgeous. She was a beautiful blond about–I’d say about 5′6″. Long legs. Cute face. Black top. Black, short skirt. Incredible. We all continued to talk of her and the general subject of hot women.
Earlier that night…
I get out of my car and start walking towards Jewel. I am about to start work. I get closer to the door when I see a beautiful, sexy light brunette walking by with someone who could have been her boyfriend, father, brother, friend, who knows. I look at her walk by. She looks at me through her sunglasses. We look away. Then we look back. This continues over the next twenty or so steps – no I didn’t actually count my steps, I was simply making a guess. Stunning. I have never had such a beautiful girl, for lack of a better term, “eye-fuck” me the way she did. We were making eyes at each other. There were sparks. I wonder if I will ever see her again. Flirting doesn’t come easy to me. But that was easy. Eye contact. The easiest form of communication, acknowledgment, appreciation, love, flirting, lust, infatuation, attraction, etc. I felt like a pro doing that. I have been losing weight and may have appeared more attractive to her by some slim chance. I am not, in my own opinion, the most handsome guy in the world. I’ve never had girls come up to me and say something along the lines of a compliment about my looks. Needless to say, my confidence with girls is shit. So this little event of mine was a great confidence booster that set the whole night of work into a very enjoyable experience.
That’s all for tonight. Until next time everyone!
Goodnight.
