this story has no real point
but let me tell you about my first job:
forever ago a man decided to build an industrial chicken farm and constructed massive hen houses. They did not have ac. (And guessing by the era, probably not many chicken rights.) but I digress.
The chicken man eventually sold that piece of property. A young entrepreneur of Cordell, Oklahoma transformed those massive hen houses into a flourishing printing business. (I am not making any of this up.) from the ashes of a hen farm a thriving empire of screen-printed merchandise for big box stores was born.
*merica eagle screech*
One hot as hell summer, I walked through those non-air-conditioned doors of Perry’s Prints (name changed). I faced my destiny.
allow me to clarify, I had the worst position there. I was in the back hen house with no AC and damn awful barn lighting. I wielded a needle gun and stabbed little tags onto nike shorts.
It was so hot back there I think saw god.
It was so hot back there that summer One of my coworkers was reported as a missing person. It turns out he wasn’t even missing. He just straight up ran away to California and purposely did not tell his family.
it wasn’t all sauna though. One time my friend and I were trying to move an oversized box and she yelled “BALLScack!” right in front of the owner, (Perry of perry’s prints) as orders of t-shirts spilled all over the floor. the very same day I stabbed myself so bad with a needle gun that perry came over and gave me a bandage himself. Perry was a nice guy like that.
By the last day of that job I had gotten so good at that needle gun that I was filling orders faster than anyone in that barn. people were betting on how many I’d knock out before noon. I was an artist at work.
When I left , Perry told everyone in town how good I was. with a sense of awe he recounted how I excelled at stabbing tags on orders of Nike shorts. You know what they say – you have to sweat for glory.
It was the worst job I ever had, but i was the best there ever was.
Like I said There is NO real point to this story.
but if you’re ever in stabbing shorts,
watch your thumbs.
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