I am what is euphemistically known as a job-hopper. In other words, while you may hire me, you can’t count on that sticking.
Dull work; difficult, patronizing people; ridiculous commutes? That whooshing sound is the sound of me leaving the building...
The job before this one was a poor fit for a number of reasons, including vocal homophobia, boisterous and confrontational political righteousness, and small-town cronyism.
Located in a small town and employing people from surrounding and much smaller towns, many of the employees had known each other since kindergarten; and they saw no reason to meet anyone new: they knew everything they needed to know, knew all the people they’d ever need to meet…
One daily aspect of my job was to post, on the corporate “intra-web”, the lunch special at the diner across the street from the warehouse (30-some miles away from the corporate headquarters). Every morning I called the diner and asked them what the specials were.
The warehouse people appreciated being able to know what lunch was without actually crossing the street.
Have you seen the movie Fargo? That is the accent you should be hearing in your head for the following dialogue.
“Small Town Feed Seed and Mercantile.”
“Hi, Sandy. It’s Pearl. What are the specials today?”
“We’ve got a hot ham-and-cheese sandwich with chips and a pickle; we’ve got chicken and wild rice soup with a roll, and we’ve got a hot beef commercial.”
Until she mentioned the “hot beef commercial” I had been typing furiously. This made me stop. A hot beef what?
“What?” I said. “What’s a hot beef commercial?”
An explosive puff of air escaped her lips. Obviously, poor Sandy was dealing with an idiot.
She didn’t bother trying to hide it in the tone of her voice.
“A hot beef commercial*,” she explained, exacerbated, “is the same as the hot turkey commercial, only beef.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what ya get for asking what passes, in some circles, as a stupid question.
*OK. I’ll tell you. According to Kim in Accounting, the “commercial” is regional-truck-stop-speak for an open-faced hot beef sandwich and a side of mashed potatoes, all smothered in beef gravy (commonly known as a Hot Beef Sandwich).
Personally, having been a truck-stop waitress in Minnesota, I have never heard anyone, ever, refer to a hot beef sandwich as a “commercial”. I have yet to meet one single person who, after hearing me tell this story, said, “Oh, my God, that’s what we call them back in Insert Your Town Here.” If you’ve heard of this term would you please, please tell me about it? It’s killing me.
Five in Five: Tuesday, January 23
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