the alarm sounds off, i turn my head down the line,
whats causing the problem? god, i bet its me , its only my first day on slam...
Furiosa, thats what i call her,
the broad blonde at the end of the line looks over at me and starts to pester with the slammer .
eventually it starts going at it again and she stars her way to me .
She walks down toward me, my heart skips a beat,
what is she going to say to me...
"Hey the boxes need to be farther apart!"
i nod and apologize . I see the burgundy shirt of jose in my peripheral. I turn my attention to his direction, he looks liek someone i use to know.
He smiles at me, he always did.
Jose walks toward me, what is it about him ?
Its nothing .
Keep your focus.
Box, space, box , space , box,
where is shawn ?
Jose makes his rounds, gathering the finished packages from the slammees , as i call them,
and takes them to the chute for outbound, and returns back to my station.
"You dont ever rest do you/"
I laugh, and shake my head. "i told you im a night person, im awake."
he shakes his head in disagreement, doesnt like the hours.
Jose continues to pick my brain, about where i want to go to college and for what as we work together to fill my cart and get boxes on the conveyor .
This is his first job, and he plays for a "professional" soccer team, as he puts it, that pays him well except for the season is over and his contract expires soon. He is from texas and wants to major in accounting in san antonio , TX. He will work in tampa for now, and try to transfer if he becomes permanent since his contract is up in march. He plays pretty much every basic instrument i can name, and smokes cigarettes out of habit.