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People Don’t Anymore

I was outside taking a mid-morning break when an older gentleman walked out of the store.

I watch the people around me and notice things. It’s a good habit.

This gentleman was wearing a heavy coat, red baseball cap, grey running shorts reminiscent of Army PT gear, flip flops, and socks. His gait wasn’t the steadiest. I thought that better footwear would be a good thing for him the way he was walking because one little slip off the curb and…

There he went. Straight to his right side, luckily not hitting his head but knocking the glasses from his face. The chicken and book he was carrying went flying. Embarrassing for anyone but for a man, especially older, this is a strike to the ego.

And I did something I’m ashamed of, and you’re thinking I laughed.

I didn’t.

I hesitated.

And if you’ve been reading this blog for long, you’ll know why I hesitated.


People. I don’t like being around people much, but I enjoy peopleβ€”especially the elderly because they have so many stories and a lifetime of those stories to tell.

They’ve existed, like I have, in a time before social media and things like smartphones. We were connected to a world that didn’t have a signal. We were connected through actual relationships to people. Some of us still are.


I hesitated because, in this litigious society, you can have the best of intentions and still end up neck-deep in trouble you don’t want just by doing the right thing.

I don’t care; I still do the right thing. I just hate that I hesitated for a fraction of a second.

I ran over, and after a couple of tries, we got him back on his feet.

β€œAre you okay?”I asked.

β€œYeah. That’s the second time this week.”

I’m thinking it’s only Monday.

β€œThanks for helping. People don’t anymore,” he said.


People should. Maybe if we all did, it would make the world a better place.

People see what you do. Positive things people see others do can have a positive influence.

Someone’s always watching. You might think I’m talking about God, which is true.

Him.

But I’ve got someone else watching and learning from me. I can’t let him down.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Smooth

I’m writing this after a regular day that isn’t in a regular week.

Nothing’s off about this. Today at end of business I was at about twenty-one hours for the week.

Yes. It’s Monday.


Reset weeks are where you see what the people around you can do and a little of what they think of you.

I have people I consider friends at my stores. I watch out for them. They watch out for me.

When I walk into a store on a Monday and some of the resets are already done because β€œwe know you’re doing this by yourself,” it touches me.

I’m just a vendor. But I like to think of myself as part of the store. I spend a great deal of my time with these folks. They are my every day.

Days like today prove to me that I am a part of the store.

A couple of weeks ago, when I ended up in the ER, the day I came back, the store manager brought me to her office and had a word with me. She wanted to know why she had to find out second-hand that I had to go to the hospital from work. She had called and checked on me while I was out. She was genuinely concerned about me. Again, I was touched. It’s unusual for a vendor to even be thought of in passing by management.

As much as I would love to move on some days, I would miss the camaraderie. I would miss being a small part of their lives.

I think it’s because all of us affect other people for good or bad. I like to think that, for the most part, I affect the people around me for good. I try to lead without leading. I have a lead by example mentality. When it’s my team, I put in the extra and let them see me doing it. And in most of the ones that have been under me, it shows.

I watch the people around me, and they change me as well. I adopt good habits from them. I watch how kind they can be when they have absolutely no reason to be.

It’s good for me, the work thing. I hope it’s good for them as well.


And would it be a Monday without a bit of hiccup?

I ain’t even mad. How can you be mad at worn-out rubber? It has served its purpose. I definitely got my money’s worth.

Tomorrow will be a little longer because of a pit stop for new tires. All of them are worn enough to replace. I practically live on the road.

It’s money well spent to come home alive.


Maybe this makes sense.

Maybe this is just tired me rambling.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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No Power

I ended up working today. Usually, we’re off, but it was part of the agreement the company made with the business we are supporting.

I worked one store and was asked to work another. The part-timer working that one had a family emergency. No problem.

Well, there was a problem. I was able to work about two hours at the other store, and then the power went out.

There was an accident several miles up the road. The power was out for about five miles when I was heading home.


And that sets the scene.

Instead of leaving right away, I called the boss and asked what he wanted me to do. I’ve worked inside Walmart several times when the power was out, but they have skylights, the stores do not. You can’t get a whole lot done in the dark, not at work anyway.

As I was waiting, I stood at one of the doors with the employees to tell people the store was closed; you can’t come in, no the gas pumps don’t work, no they can’t tell you anything, etc.

People talk about preparation for disasters all the time. They tell you to get food and water. They tell you to get things you will need during a disaster. They tell you to be able to defend yourself.

Some excellent advice is to learn to speak to people. Get some manners. Be amiable.

There are going to be things you want and need should we ever have a societal collapse. There are going to be people you can’t take from by force. There is going to be a need to be civil and barter for things you desperately need.

I got told to go F myself several times while nicely telling folk that the store was closed.

Sweet little old ladies shouldn’t use language like that.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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