That Nor’easter, she gonna blow!
The fall in Boston finally got fed up with all this beautiful… ness! And just like that, it’s winter.
We got the 3 coats of epoxy on the toe-rails, we got ’em sanded and we got that thick coat of “Bristol Beige” on ’em, and then that Nor’easter blew…
It kicked up to 50 knots and damn near tore our finger pier off. The starboard side holding-bolt on the finger pier broke off thus causing the finger to drop about a foot, knocking our fender out of the way causing the pier to slam in to our newly rebuilt toe-rail on the port side… The sound was unmistakeable.
Later that day, I’m at my wage-slave gig, I get a call from the marina telling us they’d moved our boat to the T-head by the bridge in front of the big hotel.
Ok… Safe there for now, we go rollicking for our 18th anniversary!
When I get back to work on Monday I discover they have finally fixed the leak in my work office that has been drizzling ooze, Whole Foods Market Juice if you will, on my desk, head and paperwork for the last four months.
They fixed it! Hooray! When I go to move my work computer back into the office the STL (corporate speak for store team leader) informs me that they are, from that moment on, going to reallocate my office to “other store needs”.
I wrote a letter to my regional coordinator (RC) telling him that I just got my job under control and the STL, without notice, turns around and makes my job harder by taking away my work space. I told him that my new work space was a ergonomic train-wreck and that this really was the last straw, I told him that I didn’t think I could work for an STL that could even think about this kind of thing before our busy season. And then I asked him to relocate me to another store. The RC forwarded my email on to my STL.
I was fired 45 minutes later.
Well, they asked me to resign and I laughed and walked out of the office.
I blew a whistle on a manager and my regional representative took it back to that manager.
Of course I (James) feel shit on, but I hated all forms of capitalism long before I started working for a publicly traded grocery store chain, I knew they’d fuck me somehow that’s just the nature of that animal. They never, even for a second, made me believe they were anything else but a bullshit wage slave factory, just like all the rest, but, they’re rhetoric is definitely speaking to people much like myself.
I have to admit I rather enjoyed indulging in that company’s Pseudo-“Green Message” hashtag…
Recycle, buy local, “values matter”… It’s all bullshit. The only things that matter are the egos of the store leadership and that money, oooh that money!
fuck’em… I’m over it.
We did get to move the boat away from the falling-apart marina to another marina, one that is quite a bit more expensive but feels a lot better in so many ways.
Boston Yacht Haven…
So yeah, I got fired but we didn’t waste anytime!
We got a second coat of paint and the repairs done on the toe-rails the day after I got the boot so now we’re almost ready to sail to Nantucket for the winter!
All this and so much more, in the next chapter of…
Around the World in 80 Years!