Sunday, February 15, 2015

Sunday Funday?

What ever happened to the sanctity of Sundays? I still remember when most businesses were closed on Sundays. People would spend the day with family or just the whole day on pajamas.

Today, 35% of the American workforce is scheduled to work on the weekends. There are people who have never not worked at least one weekend day a week. Although the majority of those jobs are in the retail and hospitality sector, there are even more increasing instances where office professionals clock in (mostly from home) during the weekends.

The driving force to this shift is greed. The big companies want more money. This means working on the weekend. So if the big companies benefit from this trend, who loses? The biggest loser is the American family. Kids don't know what if feels like to have their dad cook breakfast on Sunday mornings. I remember working on my dad's truck with him on Sundays, which is how I learned how to change my oil and breaks. In the summer we used to go to the park or the lake and have cookouts.

TodaycloseFebruary 15th and a Sunday. If I was off today, I would have spent the morning in bed with my wife then hung out with my daughter. Instead I left the house with a wind chill of negative 7 degrees at 5am. I expected business to be slow. Instead people piled in as soon as the doors opened at 8 am. They weren't in there just picking up a few things. They were stocking up. It seemed they only asked for stuff that they didn't see. The worst part is they were  unapologetic and arrogant, barking out orders and looking at you like you were crazy when you told them you didn't have a product you tell them that they have to wait 5 minutes while you put it together.

These interactions have negative repercussions for all parties involved. The customers feel entitled and look down on the employee. They don't understand why their requests can't be materialized out of thin air. They don't see that the person they are standing over only slept a few hours because they were up with a sick child or that they had to wait for a bus in -7 weather.

On the other hand, the interaction makes the employee resent the customer. As the employee tries to multitask and get more done they get interrupted, not by excuse me, or good morning. Instead they wave you over our simply holler out HEY! The worst is when they scream out, IS ANY BODY WORKING? As to insinuate that were just standing around or not doing anything. Most customers don't think enough of you to say please or thank you.

Expecting everything to be open on Sundays is making us uncivilized. It is destroying family life and it is making employees disgruntled. It takes away from a day of worship or relaxation. What started out as a courtesy is now an obligation. They abused it and took away it's significance. I subscribe to the belief that if something is being misused, it should be taken away. Let's go back to simpler times. Let's make Sundays fun again.

Businesses should be forced to close or open shorter hours on Sunday. Focus less on the bottom line and more on the people that make it all possible.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

2013 Year End Recap

My best friend Spooky told me to write a year end recap, and "it better be good" after I told him that would not be writing one this year. This year has been a combination of highs and lows. This one would also have to be an extra special recap because t will be my last Ghettoblaster blog entry.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The End

Write? Why? What for? I think my writing days are done. Nobody cares about this writing thing anymore. By now everyone knows I hate my life. They should have figured out I don't have the best relationship with my family and that I've contemplated suicide at least twice a year over the last 3 years. In my case conflict always sells. When I was beefing with my brother or when I wanted to quit my job. When I started this 3 years go, I was looking for a way to let go of things that were affecting me. I had never written before. A dear friend encouraged me to begin a blog after reading my year end recap, so after midnight on the first day of 2011, I wrote my first Ghettoblaster.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Money Problems

Life is a never ending roller coaster of emotions. It never makes any sense. You can be OK then the littlest thing can ruin your mood. When your good your never at your best. When you at your best, you don't even know it. It seems like no matter what you have or who you are, you can be unhappy. You can be poor but content, so contentment can also be construed as happiness. 

Monday, December 9, 2013

Feed Me

I need a change, because I'm tired of nickel and diming my way though life.
Shaking my proverbial cup hoping for a hand out or even a hand up.
Can you spare a dime of your time? All I need is ten minutes.
To prove that I'm worthy of your philanthropy.
I don't want change, I want time.
I need to feed my soul with a steaming bowlful of attention.
Although I'm too poor to pay any, I thrive on it.
I live for it and die without it.
My belly empty but full of promises.
Reach deep down in your pockets and give me what you can.
A smile, or a 'how you doing?' will suffice.
It will keep me going for the rest of the day.
'Will work for friends' Sharpie on cardboard.
No, I will not drink it or smoke it, I will cherish it.
You have to trust that the best nation in the world is do-nation.
So don't pass me by with  your nose in the air as if I didn't exist.
I don't need your spare change or a sandwich.
I need you to acknowledge me and give me your spare time.
Feed my soul with companionship and my heart with love fruit.
Man can't live on work and mischief alone. Give me change. Feed my soul.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Inner Turmoil

I feel death pulling me close to the ground. I want to go on, but I could use the rest. Nothing would give me more satisfaction than to give up. Why keep going? When it's all said and done, none of it will matter. The world will forget what I sacrificed. My body is weak and continually breaking down. I want to brush the years of abuse and decay off, but I don't have the energy. Why continue? Nothing will be left of me when I'm done. I'm not the man I once was. I'm a fraud. A ghost. A restless spirit that has no home. Nothing makes sense anymore. I'd rather be a memory instead of a burden. I just want to close my eyes and take a final breath.