I have finally found my favorite flower.
I was online speaking with someone who I have been getting to know over the past few months. I have written about him once before here but I have never mentioned his name. So I won’t. I will however call him the Blue Rose.
So I was speaking with the Blue Rose and he was telling me how he wants to look up how to send a message with flowers. That moved on to him asking me what my favorite flower was. All I could tell him was ‘you know what? I have been asking myself that for years now.’ So, I think about it and I decide to say White Cherry Blossoms because I think they are really pretty and my friends Ky and Kate gave me a lotion and body spray set of White Cherry Blossoms and it is one of the prettiest scents I have ever had the pleasure of smelling.
As we continued to chat I decided to look up the meaning of the flower and based on it’s meaning I have found myself a favorite flower. What is the meaning you ask? It is simple:
‘The cherry blossom was considered an especially beautiful and important symbol for Japanese samurai because at the height of its beauty it would inevitably fall to the ground to die. Samurai also had to be willing to sacrifice themselves in their prime, and the cherry blossom was evidence that this is the natural way of things and could even be beautiful and pure. Life is as delicate and light as the falling petals, and there is a natural time for all beautiful things to end. The samurai strove to understand the nature of life and death by meditating on the blossom of the cherry tree. This peace was tempered by the inner strength, power, and fighting spirit represented by the circle of red. Through the study of attack and defense in Judo we learn to harmonize our spirit and body, learning to both fight hard and let go softly.’ - http://www.judoinfo.com/kdk.htm
I just put the whole thing because I couldn’t have said it better myself. Every time I try to explain the meaning I mess up. But that just explains it all right there. It has given me a whole new look on things. I’d like to think that it would inspire me to do a lot more with my life.
So there you have it. The cherry blossom, its beauty and grace is something that I would like to compare myself to. To soon see the beauty in myself and well as my grace. One should always have a favorite flower. You never know what it may mean or what it may have in store for you.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Confessions Of A Cashier Pt. 2
The events of today inspired me to make a second edition.
Some of you may have read my first Confessions. If not, you can now. Please, read that first before reading this one.
Ok, for those of you who have read the first one, here is my addition to the confessions.
I arrive at work to see the grocery side entrance surrounded by fire trucks and an ambulance. This was very surprising to me and so I hoped that nothing was seriously wrong at work. I walk in the other entrance and I hear someone shout out “GENEVA!” I turn and look to see one of the CSM’s calling me over. I rush over to her and I see her attention is to this elderly man. The next words I hear are ‘This man is having a heart attack.’ All of a sudden I became as stiff as a board. “He is what??” was all I could think.
The next thing I know the man is speaking about his medication. Turns out he left it in his car. The CSM is talking to the man and calls me closer. He starts to describe where his medication would be in his car. ‘It’s in the center console. It is nitroglycerine.’ I see him take out his keys and the next thing I know the CSM is telling him that I am going to be the one to get his medication for him. “I am what?” could she be serious? Can I handle that responsibility? I take the keys and after hearing his description I rush out the door to find his car.
Once I get to his car I press the security lock to make sure the alarm would not go off on me. There is nothing more awkward then going through some strangers car looking for medication. I open the center console, move the papers and I find: a toy car, dimes, and some golf thingies. What? No medication? But the man said it was there. I look again. And again. And again once more. Nothing. No pill bottle, nothing. I move on to the glove compartment. Nope, just the normal paperwork that is to be expected in the glove compartment. I look in the back seat and find nothing. I see a bag on the passenger front seat. This has to be it! Nope, nothing. How can this man be so sure his medications are in there if they are not! I lock up his car and I rush back inside. I see the paramedics surrounding him and I tell the assistant managers that I could not find his medications and I gave them his car keys. The paramedics assured me that they had everything under control.
Once that little debacle was taken care of I rushed to the back to clock in. After all that I had not even clocked in yet! I was a minute late. Damn it! I rush to the front end to see lines, long horrendous lines. I wanted to turn around and hide or even just run away. Once I reach the front there are no CSMs at the CSM podium. So I go and look for one. Right away one finds me and sticks me on a register. All I have to say about today is that that line I worked with didn’t end until after I clocked out from work. Why on earth was it so busy today? I have no clue and I can’t describe just how bad it was. It was just bad. The most interesting stuff happened as I showed up. My arms hurt and my hands are scraped up from working with the register. Yes folks, your merchandise does in fact inflict injury to us cashiers. The number of bruises, nicks and cuts I got this weekend are innumerable. Overall, this weekend the customers were not so bad and I thank thee. I am off to ice my wounds from today’s battle. Nighty night!
- Cashier Geneva
p.s. The reason the fire trucks were there originally was because a little boy had a seizure in the store.
Some of you may have read my first Confessions. If not, you can now. Please, read that first before reading this one.
Ok, for those of you who have read the first one, here is my addition to the confessions.
I arrive at work to see the grocery side entrance surrounded by fire trucks and an ambulance. This was very surprising to me and so I hoped that nothing was seriously wrong at work. I walk in the other entrance and I hear someone shout out “GENEVA!” I turn and look to see one of the CSM’s calling me over. I rush over to her and I see her attention is to this elderly man. The next words I hear are ‘This man is having a heart attack.’ All of a sudden I became as stiff as a board. “He is what??” was all I could think.
The next thing I know the man is speaking about his medication. Turns out he left it in his car. The CSM is talking to the man and calls me closer. He starts to describe where his medication would be in his car. ‘It’s in the center console. It is nitroglycerine.’ I see him take out his keys and the next thing I know the CSM is telling him that I am going to be the one to get his medication for him. “I am what?” could she be serious? Can I handle that responsibility? I take the keys and after hearing his description I rush out the door to find his car.
Once I get to his car I press the security lock to make sure the alarm would not go off on me. There is nothing more awkward then going through some strangers car looking for medication. I open the center console, move the papers and I find: a toy car, dimes, and some golf thingies. What? No medication? But the man said it was there. I look again. And again. And again once more. Nothing. No pill bottle, nothing. I move on to the glove compartment. Nope, just the normal paperwork that is to be expected in the glove compartment. I look in the back seat and find nothing. I see a bag on the passenger front seat. This has to be it! Nope, nothing. How can this man be so sure his medications are in there if they are not! I lock up his car and I rush back inside. I see the paramedics surrounding him and I tell the assistant managers that I could not find his medications and I gave them his car keys. The paramedics assured me that they had everything under control.
Once that little debacle was taken care of I rushed to the back to clock in. After all that I had not even clocked in yet! I was a minute late. Damn it! I rush to the front end to see lines, long horrendous lines. I wanted to turn around and hide or even just run away. Once I reach the front there are no CSMs at the CSM podium. So I go and look for one. Right away one finds me and sticks me on a register. All I have to say about today is that that line I worked with didn’t end until after I clocked out from work. Why on earth was it so busy today? I have no clue and I can’t describe just how bad it was. It was just bad. The most interesting stuff happened as I showed up. My arms hurt and my hands are scraped up from working with the register. Yes folks, your merchandise does in fact inflict injury to us cashiers. The number of bruises, nicks and cuts I got this weekend are innumerable. Overall, this weekend the customers were not so bad and I thank thee. I am off to ice my wounds from today’s battle. Nighty night!
- Cashier Geneva
p.s. The reason the fire trucks were there originally was because a little boy had a seizure in the store.
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