Peaches, drain cleaner, herb magazine, beer

It's Saturday night and I finally have stabilized the ship that is my work, my mistress of the sea that ebbs and flows with the pulling of many different unpredictable moons. I have set things in motion, pinned down specifics an even set steps in case of emergency so that I an now walk away and watch the gears turn without me. It's beautiful. Everything when working in perfect unison, hearing my phrases come from different voices is really set me back and made me happy.
I can walk away without being scared everything will fall apart.
I wake up not fearing what tragedy will happen today. Sooooo nice.

So on a busy-ish Saturday night, I sneak in and out just to make sure the musician is paid and the reservations are set for the following week and to give a refund for a tab not split right, and I refuge out to the vines to ponder their growth and fruit development. Then I take a dinner break, if you will to play some video games and decompress before stopping back at work to double check to make sure tragedy hasn't hit.
It didn't. So I say hello to some customers, sign off on time sheets, then make my way home.
This is all possible because -just so your fucking job- employee is no longer with us. It is beautiful. Waves of calm lap against this smooth sailing ship and it is soooooo much easier to keep decent employees in line without the invented crises I used to constantly cope with.
It's so easy, I almost feel numb. Like a bomb that went off and I'm just standing there with a ringing in my ears, not sure what to do next.
Um, I guess I don't have to fight anymore. I can just focus on selling wine. Weird.

I stop at the store on my way and while its early for me, not much is open after ten on a Saturday night. I wander around Walmart before cashing out with my peaches, drain cleaner, herb magazine, and beer and as I bag up my gems I ponder my not so crazy Saturday night. It seems to be a common thread in my life, the Saturday night Walmart trip where I look at the contents of my cart and the absolute necessity that has driven me to this store at this time and assess where I'm at in life. Once during one of these reveries when I trekked to the bowling green walmecca in mussed half sleeping hair and a giant sweater because my hungry cat wouldn't let me sleep, I found myself in line holding some veggie burgers and a giant bag of cat food prominently displaying a woman of my age in a sweater much similar to mine, smiling and nuzzling her cat. Bizarre mirror moments are often great times for frantic reassessments of ones life.
I didn't go home and nuzzle my cat, but it did make me think twice about the evil mind control those creatures can have on me.


Tonight it's drain cleaner so that I can actually take a shower without standing in water backing up the drains. The bottom of the shower really gets slick when soapy water takes forever to drain. And I'm still not entirely sure who my new apartment manager is. Two different, not entirely trustworthy people have come up to me saying its them. So I don't believe anyone and ill just do it myself.
After shopping for other shitty apartments, I have concluded I take the good with the bad and enjoy the cheapest place to live I can find and hopefully I will save up enough money to buy a house of my own soon. Another 6 months of diligent saving and I should have the $3,000 for a down payment  diligent saving is the key phrase....

The guilt of using the super caustic chemical concoction is balanced out minorly by the guilty conscious purchase of a nice herbal magazine about foraging for wild healing herbs and the different ways lemons can be used for cleaning products. To be fair, I tried the hippie way or baking soda and vinegar and a plunger for quite awhile before resorting to the draino, which still hasn't proved its effectiveness yet.
My oven doesn't work anymore so I grabbed some peaches for a late night dinner snack. An some Sierra Nevada beer.

Holy crap. Peaches and beer should be best friends. They compliment each other greatly. The juicy, fuzzy flesh of a peach offsets a nice hoppy pale ale with the right amount of bitterness and sweetness I can't help myself.

So after about 3 peaches, one beer, and a can of ineffective draino, I think I can call this a pretty successful Saturday night.i actually have workers doing their job. I can plan ahead before my cat gets super annoyed and hungry. And I am super st peace in spite of my surroundings.

Balance is being achieved. Somewhere in between the fructose and alcohol, the draino and lemon cleaners. The girl nuzzling her cat and me, three cats later. The fluorescent lights of the megastore have turned into the cfls and street lights of this shitty apartment I can't seem to shake. And I guess maybe that's my reverie for the night. My work can function without me. My apt is in constant disrepair. But I still feel like in the grand scheme of things, I'm on the right track.