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i walked into he breakroom to use the sink. the pepsi guy was restocking the pop machine. he was wearing shorts. tiny music came from his headphones. sunglasses perched atop his head. he was tan.
we glanced at each other. nothing was said, but much was communicated.
i thought, what a great job he has. listen to music all day, drive around town, wear shorts, get a tan while working, you and the cans no one to bother you, physical work that ends when the day ends, no long term projects with deadlines.
he thought of me, what a great job he has. hang out in a cush office all day, no traffic hassles, doesn't have to wear a stupid uniform, gets to interact with other people, no strained muscles, all the free coffee he can drink.
back at my desk, i did a monster board search for pepsi driver positions.
Posted by griff at May 16, 2002 02:22 AM