Nothing But Love :: golf blogger

Yesterday, I visited Office Max because I needed a roll of masking tape. Why I stopped at Office Max, I don't really know. I found the tape, although it was not in the tape section, and I was the seventh person in line at the one check-out lane that was open. You were standing near the door at the end of the check-out counter talking to another employee, laughing about the travails of the Indians and worried about the weather. Did you happen to notice all the people at the check-out lane who were helping to pay your salary?

Then later that evening, I stopped in to buy a heavy-duty stapler. I saw you outside the store, leaning against a building pillar talking to two other employees.

This morning, I went into the store to return the heavy-duty stapler because it did not work satisfactorily. I had no problem with the return, but I saw you leaning against the counter near the Cross pen display talking to another employee. You may remember me because I came over, leaned over, and checked out your gold-colored name tag. I saw that you are "Assistant Sales Manager," which was printed under your name, "Chuck."

I want to get a job just like yours when I grow up, but I could not find an opening for the position, which was disappointing to say the least. I especially liked that little ear thingy and microphone you were wearing. That was so cool.

So, I'll keep checking at the website for an opening, and maybe one day I will be able to stand there with you talking about the Indians and the weather and collecting a paycheck from Office Max.

Respectfully,