My mundane Monday has finally past and I am 2 full days closer to Friday. In the 9-5 business, Friday is the most rewarding and pleasant day of the week. I am getting excited just thinking about it.
I am watching American Idol...I Know..I know. I am sure that there are many other more productive things I could be doing with my time. Maybe even something that would be productive to reaching my goals. The truth is I get inspired from shows like American Idol and Movies about people following their dreams. Big Fat Cheese Ball I know.
Today was a basic work day for me.This morning one of my managers brought me in a french vanilla cappuccino....Yummy. This always gives me that extra boost. It makes me hyper and talkative like a child who has had too many sweets. Lunch came around and I witnessed my first Walmart crime.
A man running out of Walmart with a cart full of what looked like toilet paper and paper towels, sprinted past me. As I was walking in, there he was running out. As I entered at the entrance several employees and witnesses that caught his crime first sight inside the store were pointing in his direction. I walked around the store and glanced at a few items before finding myself in thought.
I began sympathizing for the running man. I wondered if he had children at home he was providing for. I wondered what made him think that this was his best option. I wondered if he had his significant other waiting at home. Then, I wondered would he tell this person of his crime this afternoon. That thought streamed to , maybe his significant other put him up to it. I continued my thought with what else he could have had in his cart. I felt complete sympathy for him for moments. Brief moments, but consecutive brief moments. I felt horrible. It saddened me to think that due to the economy being in the shape that it is, someone could feel desperation and sacrifice everything they may have left for some toilet paper and paper towels. Then, I had to retract a little because I felt myself justifying what is unjustifiable. I quietly remembered that at the times I think I've got it bad someone else will have it worst. Somehow this isn't very comforting.
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My sister was notorious for this. At 15 she started doing this for my family, sometimes getting caught, sometimes getting away with it, but she was a minor. We were going through a rough time and she knew it so she would run out of the grocery store with a cart full of groceries and staples and just keep running, through the woods, not looking back, until she made it home. My mom didn't like it, nor approve, but I was so young that I don't recall her ever making her return the items. All I know is that we had dinner...and one Christmas, we had a really good morning from Santa, my sister, who was just a child herself.
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