Taming the Shrewd Businessman.

Night three in a seven-day night shift week : a grammatic vulgarity, but how kosher are you at one am in the morning, I ask?

During my workday, I get two breaks, during which someone from the upstairs department sets me free for ten & thirty minutes respectively. Tommorow is K's turn. I could be more thrilled.

I seem to get along with mostly everybody, except the Satan of the Sixties music - and K. K is one of the 'bosses'. K never smiles. When he does smile, it's usually a disturbing affair since it's so rare - at least when it comes to smiling in my company. I asked a co-worker if she felt the same way, but no. "It's just a matter of getting him to like you." Thing is I've been as adorable and sweet as anyone can be without being cannibalized while innocently walking down the street - and still nothing.

Kaputt, with a big K.

The last time I interracted with this man was when he was in my booth instructing a newbie on how to carry out the trade. I'd just finished my morning shift, meaning that the booth was about 30 degrees celcius. I like my inner organs warm and toasty. Now, the way I see it, when you meet a newbie, you have to quickly establish your position in the scheme of things. This allows you to later take the newbie under your wings and if you're lucky, get your own slave. And this you do by showing the newbie that you are have an easy-going, relaxed relationship with figures of authority. Show them that you're cool! Casual! 'If you want to be like me, newbie, cool! (And casual!) just creep under my wings.'
(Who's your daddy, bitch?)

"Creep likes her booth tropical hot, she always turns up the heat to max." K tells the young 'un when the latter comments the heat.

"HAHA!" I laughed. "HOHO! Wasn't me no! You big fat liar you, K!" I say, rolling my eyes, and thus establishing my coolness. And my calmness. If you can call your boss a liar, that must mean that you have a bond of trust that allows for jovial accusations?

And sometimes it just means verbal suicide. K gives me a look as if to imply that he is in fact a small skinny liar. Upon realising that I had no place in the grand scheme of things - and was furthermore risking my spot basking in the periphery, I quietly left the booth. Sometimes, I wish life were as simple as establishing your place in life by lifting your leg & sprinkling the tree of your liking. Or gathering twigs-a veritable P L E N T I F U L N E S S of twigs, and pecking at anyone who threatened to sprinkle yours.