Yesterday, while working, I did. It was either when I was helping that one customer with a gift receipt from 12/08, or else when I was helping someone with a no-receipter. Anyways, that's irrelevant. The matter of the fact is that while doing this, there was a split second when every aspect of my being focused on one, simple fact: While standing there, checking the small boxes of whether or not it was a refund or an exchange, or whether or it was paid for with cash, a check, or a gift card, I realized that I had zero freedom. I was a slave in that moment. I was mindless; I was alone.
This was both scary and slightly empowering, for the moments afterwards were filled with my brain thinking This is all pointless, worthless, insane. You gain nothing from all this. Run. Just drop your pen and run away and be free and never write up another goddamn slip for some prick who thinks he rules the world without a receipt.
I talked to Joe and Cody about it. Cody said there was freedom within understanding, even if you are a slave, but I can't see it. If you're stuck or covered, if you're, as the great Joe Bell would say, drowning in it, how can you still be free?
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I think that many people have felt this same way. Now this is just my own worthless opinion, but there comes a time in your life where you feel trapped. You reach a point where you realize that you are no longer living...just schlepping your way through life, doing what you are supposed to and not necessarily what you want to. It's a very disconcerting feeling...
Well, if you're a slave, at least you get paid to be one.
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