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SEPTEMBER 2006

 

Monday, September 4, 2006

All of a sudden I'm seeing ads on television explaining how to use the 911 system.  The ads are aimed at children, the elderly, and anyone with a cell phone (the rest of us, read: US) confused by all those multiple ways of dialing 911.

Who doesn't know how to dial 911?  It's not like calling Moscow or even Baskin & Robbins, ...it's three numbers?

...just seems really weird to me, the timing especially.

 

Sunday, September 3, 2006

I'm just now starting to watch Family Guy.

I'm always behind the times regarding regular television.  It was the same with Seinfeld and The Simpsons.  It wasn't until I heard enough people that I trust telling me to watch these shows.

Family Guy is hilarious!

So, I'm watching an episode about Brian taking a public service job after a DUI arrest.  As he describes how horrible this job is, he reflects back on the very worst job he's ever had, ...selling cheese at Hickory Farms!  Hickory Farms, at the Nittany Mall in State College, Pennsylvania, was the place I worked while in 11th and 12th grades.

I started by making cheese logs and cheese balls during the Thanksgiving/Christmas rush season of 1974.  They needed extra help because the normal guy was off at Navy bootcamp.  I remember when he came back after bootcamp (he joined the Reserves, not Active Duty) and I saw his crew cut hair and heard his stories, I thought to myself "What kind of fucking fool would volunteer for that shit!".  ... ;)

Anyhow, this turned into a stock boy position after the holidays, which then turned to pushing cheese samples and Summer Sausage.  I was climbing the corporate stile at Hickory Farms!

Historical note (as I was told by the owner of the store), I was the very first male to ever stand the floor.  Hickory Farms was sort of the Hooter's of the 1970s, only allowing females (young females) to run the floor.  The owner said that she had to get special permission from corporate headquarters to make me an official saleswoman, ...errr, salesperson!  I did read the really nice letter she wrote.  There were no male shirts (those picnic table checkered red shirts), so I had to buy a Levi's shirt at Sears.

What's even funnier to me now is remembering that I hated most cheeses before I started there.  I mean, I liked the bland stuff like American and cream cheese and mozzarella, but Swiss or anything else? ...no way!  By the time my two-year stint was over, I was eating everything from Gruyere to Stilton to Limburger to Gjetost!  Now, I love cheese somuch that it's probably #1 in my list of fun foods (over sweets and salts).

I'm only guessing, but this may have had a lot to do with going out to the parking lot during breaks and getting stoned, ...then having nothing but cheese to munch on when I got back to the store ;)  

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