deli_girl1

To spend my free days working as a type of checkout chick (but with extra jobs) proves tiring and depletes energy or desire... for anything, in fact!
The hours seem long, the money pretty terrible, but i earn more than nothing, and certainly better than a maccas wage... However...i feel as tho the slave labour is still the same as maccas and maybe even the pay packet at the end of the day!- but that thought becomes to depressing to ponder upon, so i won't!
You see, it's not that i don't like my job...i do, i just couldn't do it forever, or for months, or for weeks. Day's is enough!
I don't want to be unfair to my bosses... as funny as they are (I almost called Pete dad the other day) but the deli life, really isn't for me. However, despite this acceptance of sorts, i continuosly let the deli life consume my so called 'free time' for that painful thing called money... Simply to save enough to get me overseas or lash out on special b'day gifts for my beloved friends (although none have been the recipient of such thus far!)
But since Chrissy, i have been working almost every day, and although i can't say it's the most demanding job, or the most creative, it certainly brings many new experiences, plenty of stories, ideas, fantasies and anything else of the like. Why, it was just the other day that i derived 52 words from the word *delicatessen* one slow and hot afternoon!

As a deli girl, i encounter many different people, half of which don't utter a word of english, more simply point and grunt, and the other half are the derrolic suburb species that come inside high as kites or with their eyes popping out their heads and veins out their arms. Then there are the children, angels, not! I spend half my time running out the shop after the little shits to get back the chips that they attempted to steal, and the elderly, angels too, not! We spend half our time cleaning up the eggs that they knock over, look at, then continue to walk out! Oh but wait, there's more! There are then those lovely people who decide to order $5 of shaved ham, then proceed to change their mind after you have wrapped and weighed their meat, and then ofcourse, how could i forget our friendly daily visitor, who once had a stroke and now provides humour and oily hair to the shop (but that's a story for another time)... not to mention the little old fat lady who waddles in, takes three hours to order and proceeds to whinge or tell us of her feral 18yr old son whom she thinks the sun shines out of his @%&*!

But yes, i know, being a deli girl does seem dreary and has me aching for the solitude of my room and my nice, warm bed but does, i admit, provide opportunity for free food and drinks and delicious salad rolls for lunch (curteous of my bosses) and even cooked egg and bacon sandwhiches for lunch! yummmm.

However, time ticks by as i watch the big white clock on the wall, waiting and wondering what time i may be let to go home...waiting for the wave of people (it's rarely consistant) but, contrary to what i've just said, these last few days have been rather constant indeed.
My boss is always watching the fruit chop, predicting when the next rush will occur, following with a tonne of meet stuck on the benches, us bumping into each other, scrambling for the scissors, and racing to the machines to serve our customer first. Then, admist all that, you have your little deli girl wondering how much everything costs, cutting her finger on the slicer to leave a lovely bloody smudge on the blade and on the customers sheet of paper (and sometimes meat) and then smashing her back into the cofee beans shelf!

So although, it doesnt exaclty come across as being the most exciting or mentally challenging job, it does have its advatnatges, like learning that you can stop a bleeding cut by packing it with pepper, and i'm now an experienced window cleaner!
You see, the up's can be quite interesting, if told in such a fashion.
So if you have bothered to read this far, or i have somehow managed to make my days spent at the deli seem almost something out of the ordinary, then i hope that my small story entries may prove as some form of amusement or entrainment for you.

I might whinge, (hell that's an understatment) and i might complain,(yet another one) but the Man upstairs was right when He told me to shut up and be thankful that i'm getting what i asked for (more shifts and money- although i'm working long hours for it. Being a christian ain't always easy you know!) but i am thankful.
I can now afford to do all those things i could do when my parents were paying me for doing nothing! ahhh, the irony (actually i don't know if there is any, it just sounds good and i've always wanted to say that!) But now i believe i have hit the 'real world' , as they say when you leave school... tho really it feels like changing from one institution to another... i'm struggling and i'm tired but i am getting there, AND i'm almost liking it! tee hee
Well i'm liking it enough to write about it, but it was my neighbour who made his new years resolution to laugh more and to turn negative situations into positive and laughable situations... so this is my attempt to do the same.
Not that being a deli girl is negative, but i just hope to turn it into an exciting and learning experience.
Slicing meat, asking 'is that all today?' and punching till keys endlessly isn't all that being a deli girl is cracked up to be, believe it or not, there is a hidden role and meaning underneath it all... there must be, and i am determined to find it!
So join me on my quest... the search for the greatest, the hidden and most powerful, double sided and ever enthraling... Lord of the Tongs... hehe, byez!

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