Do yer job

can yah just  do  yer  job 

                           Please

his posture hung somewhere between disbelief

                                      disjointed and lax

and seized

          a cat muscle-bunched ready to pounce

 

fortunately his manager was keen enough to recognise his dis-ease and backed away cautiously

he resisted his natural tendency  wanting to draft in off him fill the void

but didnt

 

they stood separate nearly two metres apart

 

a miserable distance he could cover in a heartbeat and have him by his throat

to escape his manager would either have to turn to run or repel blindly smashing displays of loose liquor bottles stacked on top of cardboard boxes

he didnt quell the spasm of haha in his throat

as he comically imagined him trying to swim upstream in shallow rivulets of brown bourbon laced with ribbons of silver gin and vodka over the stores finished concrete floor and snarling reefs of broken glass

he was hired to work

and selling his time cheap he didnt want to waste any of his life doing nothing

if he charged them what he valued his time at thered be no question theyd ever have him standing unbusied not squeezing him for every nanosecond of his labor

so while he was there  why?  was he finding things to do obvious things that seemed to escape management

he soon realised the stores management wasnt lax

 

they werent authorised by Corporate to make decisions

 

they were there only exercise decisions made above which then descended to them

trickled down

             trickle down

a touted brilliant economic policy   and lie

ya had to be an asshole to think it viable

it should have been killed in its cradle

but apparently either labor wanted to get along or certain segments of labor who may have conned the rest were welcome to cautiously skim off some of the cream

the only trickle most realised was stale breadcrumbs and shit

now apparently Corporates trickle disdained even the lowest rung of its management 

 

they were denied and lacked even the simplest wherewithal to make any decisions regarding advertisements ordering inventory even the placement of stock down to what bottles were placed beside each other and on what shelf

Corporate bled into the minutiae tediously

helped by managers like the one standing before him

   

when stores were deemed unprofitable

  

the error of their ways were strapped to the bent backs of its managers

talk of pernicious trickle down

 

hiring its fallguys

he was no ones patsy

never had been

and for it those above him once he learned the ropes he was left to his own devises and if they were wise they paid strict attention to his results not his means

this is why his manager found himself standing with his back to the wall and the only exit through him

                                                                                  the only exit

through him

most people didnt prefer exits through other people

 

it didnt bother him

but then he cherished confrontation

its toe-to-toe

in coffeeshops he always sat where he could see the door and nothing was behind him

to get behind him youd have to go through him

he used to wonder where he picked that up  when  what aligned him

then he stopped

naturally

had his answer

Can yah just do yer job please

and do it with some panache   thoroughly

ya didnt need some pencilneck leanin over ya checkin up on ya keepin yer nose to the grindstone

not if you valued yerself

that was hitch in the gitalong

valuin yerself

not playin a bit part to be evaluated

to be stroked

naturally

he didnt need that

he had no aspirations

he perspired

tried to go home at the end of the day exhausted

he valued stamina

he didnt try to cheat the system and dafuck if the system tried to cheat him

Just do da job

Do yer work

either they like it or dont

dont take what you havent earned or what isnt yers

Last time Im askin why Im askin you Whas next? when ya ought have prepared a long line of things for me to do so I aint wastin my life We had this talk before ya hired me I aint no surprise So do yer job Ya load me up and ifn I dont finish tonight Ill pick up where I left off tomorrow without any queues

Dont leave me treadin water

I like to swim

Feels like Im flyin

Like dagos say  Capiche

1141,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  17  2. 16

1355,  Thursday,  18  2. 16