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A silly little blog about what goes on in the life of a young and short retail worker. Plenty of stories about personal embarrassment, complaints of working at a grocery store, and writing.  

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Bah! This Thing's Dusty...

Jesus... I need my Swiffer duster. When was the last time I wrote in this thing? June of last year? Forget the duster; I need a car-parts cleaner. Hi! How do blogs work again?  ... Okay, just went back and read every entry of this thing. Why didn't anyone tell me I was a rambling, little snot with no sense of punctuation? Heck, all I did was complain about my job.  Who am I kiddin'? I'll still complain about my job. It's so much fun to vent! But we gotta switch things up a bi

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I'm Going to Do This.

Whoops! I missed my own GAnniversary last week...  If I can just spout some words, joining this website has been a freakin' blast! I found a creative outlet and it's been a ride. I found a community of wonderful people that treasure the written word as much as I do. I found a place to call home. I can't stop. This website has ducktaped my foot to the gas pedal, and there are a lot of the community members who had a hand in laying down a strip. I asked to learn to be a better writer and

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Distance is Different

Noah is off with his new job and it is taking time to get used to it. He accepted a job as an assistant project manager for remodeling, closing, and opening various stores across the country. While he isn't too far from home during this first job assignment, it is distant enough to bring me back to our dating days. When we first started dating, we were several hours away from each other for the majority of our relationship prior to him moving in with me.  We've reverted back to our dating t

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Productivity Feels...Weird

I've had a love-hate relationship with the word, 'productivity.' With my occupation, it is highly encouraged to be as productive as possible, but it feels strange to see myself being the only one performing. My shift ended several hours ago, but I still can't shake my distaste for how few cares my fellow coworkers give. Seeing how the pandemic is still going on, and a lot of people are finally understanding the lasting power it can hold on human life, workers are feeling fatigued. My fellow stoc

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Drained

I am exhausted. Purely and utterly exhausted.  Work has been a nightmare. Currently enduring an eight day workday streak, and my night off on Thursday can't come fast enough. And if Rona and her hold over people wanting to buy more groceries isn't bad enough, our store has been plagued with a monumental challenge. If y'all read the newest entry for Dear, Grocery Shoppers, the new process of how our store's stock crew is to perform their job is truly kicking our spirits down. It's been a whi

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Things are Happening!

Well. Yep. Things are certainly happening! A lot has happened in a week. I started a new story, and it's been going well. I now have an awesome editor. And Noah's been busy with his own work, both on Gay Authors, and with his little podcast project he's been wanting to start. For some reason, after having a weekend off, working a singular shift, and now having another evening off tonight, I'm pooped! Bushwacked. Exhausted! I should be going to bed, but my fingers are dancing and I can't mak

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Silent Night

It may be a tad late to let you all know, but my favorite Christmas song is Silent Night. The tone, the pace, and the words all echo in my head. And I had a beautiful silent night.  As an overnight worker, my days off work have become silent nights. Noah soundly asleep, along with my neighboring Kentucky residents, and I just wind down. My muscles get a good relaxing rest. No stocking of groceries, no lifting pallets onto stacks, no loud cardboard balers screeching from the back-dock. Pure

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My Whole World Is a Mess!

Folks...y'all...I'm just the worst. My ADHD has caught up to me. My world is crumbling around me as I know it.  I am having two completely devastating crises at the same time, and I'm stuggle-bussing at the moment. I blame one on myself, and the other on Noah.  So...I'm blaming Noah...for the loss of essential information that I, supposedly learned in elementary school. I couldn't tell if I was just having one of my blonde moments, or if I have legitimately lost some of my memory, but

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Oh, Jeez!

Yeah, look at that title, and you just have to know I'm in a pickle. A kosher dill pickle. Not a spear, not a chip, not even relish. A whole dill pickle. No butter or sea salt to be found. And most certainly not sugar free.  I...received a comment on a chapter of Love in the Shadows, which is now almost complete! All chapters are posted, but some minor editing needs to be accomplished. But...this comment. Ooooh, it was a juicy one. A big, juicy pickle. And because of reading this comment be

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I Feel Like a Dad

Just got off work, and my first instinct is to plop in my recliner, and make such a dad-like moan! This was a major mistake. I need to shower, cook some food, and get some fresh clothes on. In addition to this, our new office desk just came in that needs to be built, trash needs to be taken out, and some general housekeeping needs to happen. But...my recliner is so comfy! Let me tell you about this recliner. It is trash. Just a huge dumpster fire. It is a Wal-Mart branded chair, but I

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The End

I have hammered out so many words into Chapter 33 of Love in the Shadows. Just today, I knocked out over two thousand words, beating my quota twofold for the day. And some serious thoughts have been coming into my mind. Am I serious about publishing this story? If so, should I keep it a proper length for a novel? How would I do it? Is there even a good way to end this darned thing? All of those questions have the same answer:  yes. But one of those questions can't be answered with a si

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I'm...Actually Doing This...

Starting this blog entry is a little rough for me. Tears are beginning to well up, my fingers don't know where to go, and my leftover hibachi is losing its heat rapidly. I was starting to recognize myself as an actual writer. Over the past several months, I've just been hammering away on my poor Chromebook's keys and my phone's touchscreen, just...going. Non-stop. Writing when I woke up, went on my breaks at work, when I got home, as I tried to sleep. I just kept writing. Just as I'm doing now,

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Well...Here Goes Somethin'!

Howdy. Well, this is my blog. And I don't know how blogs work.  I'm Aaron. Overnight grocery stocker. Raised in southern Indiana by fire and brimstone Catholics. Taught by a troop of ninja Boy Scouts. Love carbonara. Not a fan of second-hand embarrassment. Can always go for a beer and a dart.  And I was just joshin' ya. I know how blogs work. That's just me sprinkling in my dreams of being a comedian. A lot of people never take me seriously. It has something to do with being a five foo

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