Annukai The Genie

Annukai The Genie

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Advantage of Foresight

“Okay! Alright, Genie,” I said rubbing my hands on the lamp. “Appear!”  With grace, a cloud of smoke oozed out from the head of the lamp. The white, formless, cloud morphed into an Egyptian figure, so real and so intricate in design. The genie named Annukai appeared before me with his arms crossed, stern in his stature. I reached touch the reality before me, but my hands slipped through him. Sharply, I withdrew my hands looking both ways. Am I transparent? “No, You are real. I am the won who is not dense. I cannot fully become in your likeness without sacrificing my consciousness. I worked too damn hard, too many lifetimes to reach this point. I refuse,” said Annukai the Genie reading my thoughts.

I smiled. “Great, well, lets sit down and have some tea. I have plenty of request.” I pulled out the chairs at my backyard for me and for him, however, when he sat down he still appeared to be floating. He explained how it was pointless to sit and have tea unless I care to the join the festivities alone. Which I didn’t mind, of course, it was more tea for me. “The tea will just make a mess. I can’t consume earthly things. And by the way you guys cook, I refuse. It’s unhealthy,” He babbled.

“You must think you are better than thou, huh? You know you was once human before. Cut you shit!” I yelled.
“Yeah, but back in my eons food was food. Now food is rude. Rude to body. Rude to the planet. Rude to the soul. Rude to the–”
“I GET IT! Can I get to my request please. You chat too much, bro!”
“As you wish.”
“Wait, I hope that didn’t count as for one of my wishes right, cause…”
“Wishes are unlimited, but no”

I explained to him how I troubled the future of today. It has been so much going on in the world from homophobia, the Confederate flag, Caitlyn Jenner, College. You know name it, it’s an issue. I wanted a sense of security in my life. I hope the future to be a lot more open. Free. Pleasant. This genie would be able to help me with my answer, I suppose. Annukai explain how although my wishes were unlimited each wish came with it a token of sacrifice. My specific request to see the future whenever I wanted cost me one day of my life span. “Everything in the universe is about balance,” he said.  Which I can totally agree with.

I agreed with the terms and conditions of wish making. I signed the bill with my blood, two tree leaves, and my gold ring. Perplexed I asked, “What you need my gold ring for?”

“I like Gold.”
“Excuse me…this ring is my favorite ring. That’s not fair. It’s not part of your ‘ritual’ I bet.”
” Its not you are right. But I like gold, so hand it over”, he demanded. I refused. “We are not continuing. I need one earth element for this process to be done.”

“Then use the dirt on the ground, you need me to bring some tap water, use my tea, use something else my ring is not even an element. It’s a ring, for Christ sake,” I said.
“Gold. Symbol AU. Atomic number 79. Melting point  1,948°F (1,064°C). Boiling Point  5,378°F (2,970°C). Atomic Mass 196.96657 ± 0.000004 u. Electron Configuration  [Xe] 4f14 5d10 6s1.” Annukai taunted. ” I like gold.”

“Oh Bitch, I give up.” I rolled my eyes handing him over my ring. It’s probably not even real gold anyways, just gold covered nickel or some shit.”
Nickle. Symbol Ni –”
“NOT AGAIN. JUST FINISH PLEASE,” I shouted. He laughed putting all the ingredients into some mysterious black box he formed in thin air. I was amazed by his magic, but then again, he is a genie after all. Once he closed the black box he stood still with a smile on his face. I looked at him awkwardly unbeknownst  to what is going on. I put my head down on the table feeling my stomach growl. This needs to hurry up.  I peeked above from my arms to check in on whats going on. “Annukai, is it done?” He stood immobile again.  I went to reach for the lamp underneath the table. I knocked on the lamp as if it was a door to my friends house. I repeatedly called his name when he snapped back into reality which caused me to jump backwards in fear.

“You humans lack patience,” he said.
“What the fuck bro! Don’t scare me like that!”

The deed was done, though I don’t know why he went away. I don’t even care at this point. I just want my powers. “Okay, sir so what will your first foresight out the day be?” He asked.
” I want to see what my mom will be making for dinner?”
“You do know, that will cost you one–”
“I am hungry!”

Kindness Granted.

Kindness Granted.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Kindness of Strangers.”

I held the heavy metal door for the middle age man to walk through, because I know my manners. “Thank You,” he said.  The man continued to the following set of doors holding them open for me to pass, I guess to return the favor.  I walked through. “You’re welcome!” He said sternly.  I looked behind my shoulders and shrugged. I assume he wanted me to be kind. Who said I was a kind stranger anyways?

The 60’s to the Millennials

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Generation XYZ.”

It’s really hard to define a generation of people. Some say a generation can be 10+ years, I’ve seen people use it for five year gaps and even 20+ years. So in trying to understand them, I’m going to question my mothers generation 1960’s and the kids born in 2000’s.

1960s peeps

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Honestly, Okay, how can I be frank on this? You guys are currently running our country. You guys are technically the adults of the world and I have to say, you guys are doing no different but passing on bad teachings to your children. Some of you guys are still passing down racism, still promoting poor earth living standards, still money hungry, and still violent. I guess I have to blame the Great-adults before you guys. Or maybe its just one part of the human nature. You guys aren’t totally bad. Collectively, y’all revamp technology and still are in unimaginable ways. I am happy part of this generation upgrade the way of living.  I am completely grateful of my smartphone, cars, and fashion.  I am glad you guys broke some of the old tradition of the 1940’s becoming almost a rebel generation revolutionizing human rights. Women and African Americans came a long way because of you guys and I am thankful. I still think, however, a lot of you guys are way to tradition for my taste and much more on the ignorant side.I guess I can take away from you guys, domestication, fun, being outside often, and good music…oh, yeah by the time you all fertilized in the 80-90’s you guys were blissful.   Your predictions about the future were wrong, completely.

2000’s The millennials

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You all are as bad as the music that came with you guys. First of all, Nicki Minaj is not heaven. You guys don’t know anything about good music that can actually make you feel good. Don’t confuse feeling good with music what makes you fist pump. There’s a difference. You guys had cells phones at birth and think y’all all that and a bag of chips. In fact, that’s why y’all belligerent beings have expensive chips. Back in my day, chips were 25 cents. Now you pay a quarter more then me, ha-ha bitches! I don’t trust y’all at all. All it seems you people do is parade over not have many friends and not trusting a soul. Y’all sound bitter, alone and broken. Y’all don’t even fight fair, you guys carry war guns just in case someone bumps your shoulder I am okay! I am so okay!

iPhone-Android

iPhone-Android

 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

 

           I’ve more than likely been heavily influenced by Michio Kaku’s “Physics Of The Future,” when I feel into that deep sleep. Like most dreams, it doesn’t make any sense when trying to recall, but it’s sure as hell understood in the process. When I woke up, I remembered so vividly what happened…

Everything seemed just about okay at first and you know that’s not a usual thing when dreaming. I was looking for my friend–I believe–so when can go home when she decided to dive into the lake. Stricken with fear, I jumped into the lake in search for her. What seemed to be a lake turned into an extremely deep city ruins. It appeared as if the entire city was flooded leaving the skyscrapers as the new land. All I can glimpse was the difficult of trying to breathe underwater–I mean clearly it was very difficult to breathe underwater, however, I gained no luck in search for my friend.

When I reached above water, I was in an entirely new setting. Two ladies with a moss filled boat that looked as if it was revived from the depth kindly offered assistance. We searched and search and still no luck sailing the boat passed these two corridors that then warped us into another realm.

This is where it gets tricky…

Before us a commercial appeared with headlines talking a part two of something. It felt like a video game. I was so confused. I turned around to see a random girl wet hiding behind a wall. Me and the two search buddies got really scared and one of them had the audacity to blame me. What the hell, I know it’s my dream, but girl it’s not my fault. We came to the conclusion we actually stuck in a video game.

With the realization, another friend appeared to help us leave this virtual reality.  He had a iphone-android, in other words, he held a phone with both features mashed into one. We were given hope that pressing two buttons will warp us into real life, but that wasn’t the case.

This fucking fake ass wanna be captain save no one decided to turn against us. He played a trick on us given us false hope turning into a boss character. Immediately, I snatched that phone so fast he morphed into a resident evil zombie. I was infuriated, yet, confused on how to work the phone. The other two ladies tried to tame the beast as I pressed the two buttons and of course, it didn’t work.

Now it gets super confusing…

In conclusion, my brother comes into the game with another iphone-andriod. He told me to make a call as a friend was going guide us out the game. Quickly disrupted, I saw Thors hammer and smashed the jackass hopefully to by us some more time. I pressed the two buttons again and it 75% worked. I was able to see physical reality but didn’t have enough power to transport permanently.

Then I woke up.

 

7 Ways To Become A Great Teacher

Whether you are in grade school or college at some point in time you came across bad teachers in you life. For instance, when you 7th grade teacher the assign packets and packets of homework on winter vacation. Like, what the hell! Why assign homework on  vacation? That’s not a vacation that is education institution slavery. These teachers must like reading the same 100 papers. Fuckers!

Luckily, not all teacher forces you to write one word 100 times for homework/punishment. And not all teachers are in school, in fact, the best teachers are the ones that forced you to become wise in some way or another. Boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, family, homeless people, the list goes on. It is all in part of the biggest teacher of them all…LIFE!

But for educational purposes, I’ll just speak on grade school teachers.

7 Ways On How To Become A Great Teacher

  1. Be Absent Often.
    This is probably one the best ways to win your students heart and to forever be known as one the best teachers ever in their lives. BE ABSENT no one wants to deal with you, especially if you are going to be a monotone  homework giving monster. Save your self for bed everyday, or at least once a week between Monday-FridayBad Teacher
  2. Let Your Students Speak To Each Other.
    How bad do you want to win the hearts of your students? How important is it for you be talked about for generations through oral tradition? Let your students talk to each other! let your students socialize and build interpersonal skills needed for the workforce. Don’t Interrupt  when they’re talking. And do not expect  students stop you when you are sitting at your desk pouting              giphy1 
  3. Don’t You Dare Ask Anyone To Do Any Math Equation On The Board.
    You will be marked down as the teacher from hell if you dare to ever stop a student if you disregard #3 interrupt a conversation to say, ” Malcolm, care to solve this equation on the board?” If you do, we have the right to say no!  If your force students and try to embarrass them out of spite you will tarnish your reputation on lunch break. Trust me you don’t want to the talk of the town during congregation hour.
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  4. Frequent Treats.
    This is probably the most important way to become the best teacher. Make our time meaningful and fruitful if you going to speaking about mundane info. You have to appeal to your  students, so why not appeal to their sense? Come to class with free donuts, give out free candy, come with free pizza. Make my nose go up and eyes wide from the smell of treats. It’s a great way to keep your students in check and attentive. Why? well it’s almost like a deal, if you give to us we will give to you. You want good grades, well we want FOOD!
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  5. Talk To Us About Current Things In Pop Culture.
    Be current. Be new. Be hip. If you smoke a little weed, pop a molly Fridays, have sex, part of Bey-Hive share that with your students! We want to connect with you some how some way. Humans are yearning for some connection with each other some how some way. As a student, we want to know can you sit with us at the lunch table. If you can’t relate to or youthful nature then you mind as well educate senior citizen on World War 2. Incorporate today things in your teachings if you want to be a great teacher!
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  6. NO Homework.
    This is very simple easy to follow. Easy said and done! Students got lives outside of your class. Do not be egotistical, selfish teacher and assign homework on any given reason. If you follow #1 do not give out homework to compensate. You will be dismissed! So be nice, be sweet, respect our time with no homework! Save your students from depression.
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  7. Keep Parents Out Of Students Business.
    It’s none of the parents business about anything. You heard of the saying snitches gets stitches? If you care about your job have some dignity and self-respect. Don’t go running to Billy Bobs mom because he put you in your place or corrected your outdated teaching skills. We know how information best will resonate with us, so believe a student when he/she says, “Your shit is whack!” Who cares is Mary-Jane skipped school to play video games. What happen in the school stays in school. Telling parents is consider home wrecking and you don’t to fuck someone home shit up because you want can’t mind your business.

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Prompt – We Can Be Taught

You My Friend, Gotta Go…LIKE NOW!

It was the moment when I walked into the bathroom I declared he has to go! Brown coiled hair splattered across my beige and white walls, several cardboard rolls from the toilet paper scattered around the sink. “Is this that a thong?” I said while picking up this thin pink clothing with a piece of tissue. “Oh my God, its bloody!” I screamed immediately dropping everything out my hands. I wiped whatever germs I could have contacted on my shirt. I studied the bathroom a little longer with an obnoxious look stapled upon my face.  The sink and tub looked as if it was a Mardi Gras of homeless men ecstatic to touch hot water.  I took a deep breath.

I dropped my suitcase and my bags of gifts from Miami on my bed. I really wanted to jump on my bed and marvel on its grandiose softness. It Tempurpedic.  But I couldn’t, instead, I have to find and scold Mike. I heavily walked around my house taking note of all the things I am going to say to him when I find him. I bypass the kitchen, the living, I am not even going to look in the bathroom again, then I faced his door. I knocked fiercely, “Mike Yo! open the door!” I belted.  I turned the knob and it with surprise it was open, but I couldn’t barge in dramatically as I attended. The door only stopped midway giving me a small glimpse of his room.  Clothes were everywhere! I looked down to see what was possibly in the door tracks. I couldn’t make out what was the problem. I looked up at the hinges and took yet another deep breath. “Of course, an underwear taking a nap on top of the door, because you know why? that’s what they do, they say ‘fuck this shit and fuck drawers’ and take naps on top of doors” I said sarcastically. I removed the underwear hoping to finally be freed into the room but yet something else was blocking the door. I threw my hands up as if i was throwing a white flag. I’d given up. I decided to call his phone.
“Hey!” Mike went.
“Mike, buddy old pal, I am back from Miami” I said gleefully.
” I am good and you” mike replied. I became perplexed because I didn’t ask him about his well-being.
“What-”
“Sike! This is my answer machine Mike is not here right now so please leave a message after the tone suckers.”

I sat at the kitchen table waiting for his arrival. It was about 2:30 am when I heard the key jingle against the door. The rest of the house remained dark so it was easy for him to spot me. “Yo! who the fuck turned the lights-” Mike said stopping in mid sentence after he spot me in the kitchen. I walked towards him with open arms happy as ever to see my best friend from college. We greeted each other warmly making way to the kitchen table. He smelled like dark liquor and cigars. I hate cigars.  I told him briefly how I had an amazing time in Miami and he complimented the tan on my skin. I asked him if he had an exciting stores to tell and he shrugged and nodded.

“Look,” I said with my hands politely crossed against the marble table. “You got to pack up your shit and go!”
“What do you mean, why do I have to go?” he asked innocently.
“What the fuck do you mean-” I paused. I took a deep breath to remain my composure.  I was about to seconds from blacking out on him. “Mike, I am kicking you out. That means you plus the dirty thong, plus your slobish nature, equals bye-bye,” I said gesturing goodbye so he can visually understand me.
“Actually, if this about the underwear I can explain, I had a girl-”
“I don’t care if it was your dead grannies from 1764, you are going to marry that front door and honeymoon your way out of this apartment,” I interrupted.
“Well, can we agree to disagree and work out a probably solution. I have no where else to go so soon. It’s quite unfair” Mike said.
“excuse me?” I asked turning my ear towards him.
“Agree to disagree” Mike repeated condescendingly as if I were the stupid slob!
“This ain’t no mutherfucking survery! aint no agree to disagree about anything! This is my fucking house and you getting out. Now!” I slammed the table. “Court adjourned.” I got up out my seat to make way to his room. Mike continued to sit. ” I have squatters rights!” Mike yelled. I stopped abruptly  on the steps.  Turned around to see Mike still looking at the empty chair I was once in. He turned towards me with a sly smirk. “Squatters rights” he repeated.
I stared deep into his cynical eyes. This asshole wants to go to war. Then so be it.

Daily Prompt – Agree To Disagree

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Daily Prompt – Daring Do.

Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?

Journal Entry #256
Date: September 6 2014.

Dear Journal,
It’s me again. Your one and only friend. This tea I am drinking right now it’s so relaxing. It’s organic green tea from China. I flew there about twenty minuets ago. Yes, I am that fast at flying. It’s a God giving gift. Don’t be upset journal. It’s sounds like you are upset at me journal. What did I do to you? Of course I abandoned you for several days I am a super pet hero it’s my duty. No! I cannot take you with me journal. You’re just a book. Okay, I shouldn’t have said that I am sorry. I’m really sorry. You have been there for me when ZuZu lilly pup was stuck in a tree and my cape got caught in the branches. I nearly almost died from suffocation. You was there though. Keeping me company. You gave me strength to prevail when some near by hobo was about to open up and read you. My life would’ve been over. My identity ruined. But I look up to the sky and said, ” I am a super pet hero. We do not suffer in the hands of adversity!” and saved the pet while smacking the hobo stupid in an instant. Journal I get it, I know trust me, I understand. Would you please stop staring at me with blink lines! I didn’t even get the chance to right in you yet and you are already scolding me. For crying out loud black book I had to save Stacy’s cat from the ladybug that was about to attack her. Yes! don’t under estimate ladybugs. You know what I don’t want to hold this conversation with you anymore. You are being extremely selfish and not understanding of my duty as a super-pet-hero. Damn, I even got my own hotlines today. Give me a break!

I Can Smell It. I Can Smell It. I Can smell Independence!

Daily Prompt  – Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.

 

I took a deep breath. Inhaling the warm summer breeze I closed my eyes savoring this moment. I exhaled all that was before me when walked down the path to freedom. Only 2o years young I am happy I can be away from all and be with in me and my sanctuary. Well, I will be sharing space with my best friend, but he will be in the other room. The point be it that I have my own space…partly. In my hand I struggled with the air mattress box that poked a hole in the plastic bag. “Shit, dumb store didn’t double bag,” I said aloud. I would be making new memories and commemorating my freedom in this shabby old house. It was the only odd looking house on the block that stood next to two to three family home houses. While all the other houses connected in one solid row down the street, this house gray and meek deserved an award for passing the test of time. I wondered why haven this place been renovated and remade. Apparently, the landlord ran out the country but is still paying property taxed to sustain this overgrown shack.
I hopped over the gate into the yard of the house like a pro. It was about four feet high, but it still looked like jumping into a convertible. The grass looked as if he hasn’t been mowed in a few years. I looked at the yard very displeased at the up keep. I looked down and around scanning for any shady looking things that may surprise me. I am not here to be scared.  My sanctuary was located behind the suspicious old house. It served as an attachment where the only connection to the house was through the basement.  I smiled. I soon was about to open the warm golden doorknob to freedom. But then I stopped in thought. I squinted at my door only a few feet away at a dark patch that reside at the corner of me door. “What the fuck is that?” I said.  When I got up close and personal with that thing, it wasn’t a thing anymore. It was a beehive. I slapped my palm over my face in distress. It was a whole colony right above the door. What will happen when I open the door? I pray to the heaven I don’t get attacked by these wasp.
I slowly open the door like a robber. My eyes are zoomed, focused, and fixated on them yellow jacket bees. As soon as my head was inside my home I slammed the door closed breathing heavily against the door. I shook my head to regain my composure smiling at the revealing of my new home.  I went into my room that was once a living room and laid out my mattress to blow up.  the room was entirely empty and small. The only furniture I had there were my old shoes and socks from the other day. I made way into the kitchen to turn on the stove. It didn’t work. “hmm okay,” I thought. ” Maybe it’s a Con Edison thing.” I kicked off my shoes touching my toes on the warm wooden floor that creek from old age. In the bathroom I turned on the hot water to refresh my face. It was cold. very cold. I turned on the shower now curious to what the hell is going in this place. And that too was freezing cold. ” What the fuck!” I screamed. There seemed to have been a creepy one hundred leg insect running out tub. I ran out of that bathroom faster than a jacket rabbit in the middle of August on a hot greasy griddle as Sandy would say. My friend ran toward me with a bat.
“Yo! oh my god, son!” He said. ” I was about to bash your head in. I didn’t even hear you come in!”  “What the hell is going on here?” I belted.
“What you mean?” He said.
” What you mean, what I mean? Nigga where is the hot water and gas?”
” Yeah, about that…It doesn’t work.”
What about the fridge?” I opened the door to be punched in the face by a grotesque smell.
“Oh! there goes my extra cheese pizza I was looking for!” My friend said joyously. The pizza was deteriorating by mold and the foul smell. I was growing angrier by the minute. I starred at him with my palm over my face covering my mouth and nose.
“This is going to be an experience” I mumbled in my hand.
“What did you say?” he said.
“Nothing”
” What did you say? I cant hear you…”
I rolled me eyes.

 

To-do? Done!

Daily Prompt: Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.

1. Get a better paying job that is fun and flexibile.

2. Get a HP laptop.

3. Take swimming classes, ballet classes, Bikram Yoga class.

4. Love yourself more.

5. Juice your fruits and vegetables.

…Finally, I am able to cross out the last list of things I want out of my life. Today marks the complete day of my transformation. I have watched and read The secret. I have read  Napoleon hill! Saying the same thing. I’ve read enough spiritual and self help book. .I said to myself I want change and abundance of satisfication from the things I want from my life. I took control admist the adversities. We all came from a broken foundation. We all came from a deck of cards we didn’t choose…. Well most of us. The process to change however applies to every one. I come to realize the law of attraction is the most unbiased and totally equal force know to man. A force that gives everybody a chance. No matter where you came from or what you do. We all have the equal power to manifest. We may not have the full god power to create grass and water, But we have enough power to be God within our means. We can create a being like how god created us and we can also create and shape our life. Like how God created and shaped this earth and universe. It sounds cliche and a bit hippy like but it’s the truth. Take full responsibility of yourself and what you want from the shut you don’t like to the abundance you want. We each have our own lane where there’s enough pleasure to go around. We all don’t want the same food, or person, amount of money, or  car etc. our individuality and flaws creates our own lane. Our uniqueness are only for us making it enough to live abundantly…sarcacity exist with greed. However there is still enough and will always be enough.

Long story short. I am happy.

Daily prompt: To-Do? Done!

Manual Labor is The Devil.

Labor day just ended which signifies the end of summer as beaches and amusement parks come to a close. Just as summer is unofficially ending mother nature this weeks wants to crank up the heat and humidity. It was suppose to rain yesterday, by the way, and it didn’t. I was expecting it. Not to drift off topic too much but mother nature didn’t show her summer wrath with hurricane winds and tropical storms. It did the other day and I missed it being underground in a window less job.

Speaking of job, I’m going to share some experiences of my labor. If you know me you know I hate labor. Well, you know now. You still don’t know me however!

Dating back as far as I can remember I was never a fan of hard labor. I’m still not. Manual labor irritates my inner soul so bad it enables my past lives to be awakened to scream a prayer like this, “Lord hath mercy on thy body. To picketh this penny is to picketh a whale. Where art thou savior?” Maybe next time I will have Shakespeare better guide me I’m the next prayer. Anyways, labor has always been my enemy.

My dad was one of those labor guys where hustling sweat and tears made up his manhood. As for me I was completely the opposite. My dad one time made me scrub the rug in our apartment because we didn’t have a rub cleaner. For crying out loud! Literally, I hated it. Why do I have to scrub a 5  foot rug with a brush the size of my palm. I had to get on my knees like Annie and scrub like a slave. The horror! My face told the stories of my ancestors. My dad didn’t care although he was right with me on this deplorable task. He would say, “Come on Dontae scrub. Fix your face and scrub! This not a hard job we almost done.” Almost done? We have been “almost done” for the last two hours.

Then there was the time we had to move into another apartment. Carrying the boxes would drain me so bad I would stop after three steps and fan myself dramatically complaining. “Oh my god. My life is over”My 13 year self would say. My mom brother and father would look at me like I’m the alien. As if we were called the “Incredibles” and  manual labor was as easy as breathing. We are in the 21 century. We have robots and machinery and even people (to replace me) to help everybody. Just because I am a guy and guys are biologically stronger than women who said my muscles were conditioned for this. It’s not. I feel every muscle straining  to adapt to the harsh environment I threw it in. This why I have issues with jobs now.

My first job I worked at Wendy’s and when I tell you my legs fainted so many times. Working behind that grill making 20 burgers for one order under 3 minutes and working night shift only on weekends. I didn’t even know what life means. It was a very rude awakening to do that right after  I graduated high school. Then I quit to work in a seasonal job at Wendy’s during Christmas season. Which I enjoyed because I didn’t have to deal with rachet customers instead I politely fold towels. It was so boring. I had no one to talk too. No one was really that friendly. I did meet some nice tourist.

I worked I  panera bread loved that job so much because of the people then I got fired for “stealing cream cheese” which in actuality I had every right to take left over food. Its a damn shame how you have food stores making billions of dollars but a worker cannot give food away to the poor when its going in the garbage. I hate fast food restaurants. It’s a known thing amgonst most companies. Its accepted because it counts as profit and stealing. But, before I get upset…too late.

You know what? Jobs need us more than we need them. They take advantage of their workers all the time. We have lives not everybody wants to dedicate all of their time behind a desk. Then we have to ask for time off to enjoy ourselves as human. New York city just passed a law to pay people for sick days off. You know what year we are in….

Anways, summer is ending and a new labor starts. College. The biggest scam in the world.

 

Daily prompt : nightmare job