Misundaztood
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- Oct 10, 2002
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Temple,
Texas
I Was bored since I'm off tonight & thought I'd write me up a essay on one of my shifts. I'm out of school right now so I miss doing stuff like this.
3:50pm
I roll up to the station. I park my g-ride across from the pumps. Nice little space where I can see my car from behind the counter & so can pretty much everyone else...including people driving by. I flip off my shades, turn the stereo down(Will Smith at the moment), & close the sunroof. I grab my smock & walk in. First thing I do is grab the tattered LowriderEuro that I thumb through during my shift off the magazine rack. I always place it behind the others so the fresh ones are for the public. See...I'm nice. I proceed to the back to put my smock on, comb my beautiful long hair, & generally make sure I look good for the hunnays'.
Not that it's gonna do any good but whatever...
4:00pm
Clock in.
I say sup' to Jack, who I will be working with today. Jack's a 59 year-old, chain-smoking, telling it like it is, white man originally from Austin's most ghettoist 7-11s. He's cool except for not always telling the truth. So far he's told me he's had 4 heart attacks, 5 strokes, kidney failure, was on crack for 30 years, married but his wife lets him date other women...including two 20-year olds from the clubs in Killeen, & so on. I dunno. Maybe it's all true but I doubt it.
Anyways, I grap my first of many Coke slurpies, sign in on my register, & flip open the mag. From 4-5:30 it's pretty slow. Plus management leaves at 3 so we do whatever. I gaze at this sweet Accord slammed with bags, grafhics, chromed engine...really nice. I mutter out loud, "I'd roll in that. ". Yes, I say it in real life too. Jack comes over, takes a look, & says, "Boy, what the hell's wrong with you?! Look like someone vomitted on that car!". I look at him & say, "Quit frontin'. You know you'd roll in it". He rolls his eyes.
4:45pm
Some fine latino girls come in & ask me to get them some hotdogs. While I'm putting the 7 hour old dogs in the buns one of them ask's, "Is dat your car, foo?"
"Why, yes, I roll in that. "
"Yo, that's tyte. How fast is it?"
"About 10's"(failing to mention that's the 0-60 time. They didn't specify...not my fault)
"That's pretty fast. What yoo got unda the hood?"
"About 10". (10 bucks for a drill to drill holes in the airbox.)
"Cool".
After they leave Jack tells me how he's slept with every one of them. I just nod.
5:30pm
The rush comes through. Let's not talk about that.
7:00pm
I put a new bag of goverment "chili" in the despensor.
The left over hotdogs in the grill are now a dark brown color & the skin looks like lizards. Oh well, no use in wasting. Some unlucky soul will end up with them.
7:45pm
Jack takes his 13th cigarette break. I refill my slush for the 45th time.
8:30pm
I switch out my mag for Truckin'. Sweet trucks in there. Check it out sometimes.
9:00pm
Jack makes new coffee but doesn't use any of the filters. "Little chewing never hurt anyone" he always says. We don't waste at our store. Less shrink, more pay.
10:00pm
Since it's Saturday night, one of the many ricers pulls up. This time it's this kid in a Geo Prizm. Dark green wuth a windsheild banner that says "Geo Racing", gunmetal rims, aluminuin wing, fart-can, etc. He puts it into park & floor it hitting the rev-limiter several times. Comes in & ask's me if that Eclipse is mine. I say yeah. He then ask's what I'm running. Unlike the fine-ass latinos, I don't bs him & tell him it's just a nt. He then tells me that his Prizm runs low 14's. I'm like, "Shit, what you got in it?!" I know he's a full of poop but I like to hear them out.
"Turbo, supercharger, nawwwsss"
"You got all three?!"
"Yup. About 10 grand".
"How much psi are you runnin' on your turbo & blower?"
"Uhh...I dunno. But I do know the NOS is a 200-shot on stock internals."
"Sweet".(I don't hate...)
He then comes to pay for his nachos. I then tell him"Yeah, the Eclipse will do for right now, but then my next car's going to be really fast. I'm thinking of getting a WS6 in 2 years."
"I dunno dawg. I wouldn't recommend a Firebird to anyone. You know what you should get if you really want speed?"
"What?"
"A Honda."
"A Honda would be faster than a Firebird?"(I like to see how dumb they can actually be. Comes in handy that I can speak ricer)
"Oh yeah...better aftermarket support. Plus, Firebirds have those older style engines. Not much technology."
"Oh, okay. I"ll think about that."
He leaves...roaring & from what I could hear was a netruel drop twirp of his 19's.
A minute later, A Syclone rolls up. Now this I'm interested in. Two mid-20's dudes walk in & ask for some Dorals. One of them ask's me if I know that guy that was just in here. I said no I just met him. I kinda got the feeling that they were looking to start trouble with him but who knows. I do know their part of "Redlinin'". A hardcore street-racing club here in Temple. Mostly DSMs, a few Mustangs, & of course club president's Syclone. I got then talking about it for awhile before they left. Best recent run at Temple/Academy Dragway was 12.32. Few bolt-ons.
11:00pm
Jack goes into this long story about how he's gonna beat-up Jason)another employee)because he insulted him in front of a custermor. I nod.
12:00am
I go home.
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Anyways...sorry for such a long useless post. Just thought well I don't post much anymore...might as well let it count.
I guess the point of this thread is post about a day at your job...complain about 7-11's...I dunno. Whatever.
3:50pm
I roll up to the station. I park my g-ride across from the pumps. Nice little space where I can see my car from behind the counter & so can pretty much everyone else...including people driving by. I flip off my shades, turn the stereo down(Will Smith at the moment), & close the sunroof. I grab my smock & walk in. First thing I do is grab the tattered LowriderEuro that I thumb through during my shift off the magazine rack. I always place it behind the others so the fresh ones are for the public. See...I'm nice. I proceed to the back to put my smock on, comb my beautiful long hair, & generally make sure I look good for the hunnays'.
Not that it's gonna do any good but whatever...4:00pm
Clock in.
I say sup' to Jack, who I will be working with today. Jack's a 59 year-old, chain-smoking, telling it like it is, white man originally from Austin's most ghettoist 7-11s. He's cool except for not always telling the truth. So far he's told me he's had 4 heart attacks, 5 strokes, kidney failure, was on crack for 30 years, married but his wife lets him date other women...including two 20-year olds from the clubs in Killeen, & so on. I dunno. Maybe it's all true but I doubt it.
Anyways, I grap my first of many Coke slurpies, sign in on my register, & flip open the mag. From 4-5:30 it's pretty slow. Plus management leaves at 3 so we do whatever. I gaze at this sweet Accord slammed with bags, grafhics, chromed engine...really nice. I mutter out loud, "I'd roll in that.
". Yes, I say it in real life too. Jack comes over, takes a look, & says, "Boy, what the hell's wrong with you?! Look like someone vomitted on that car!". I look at him & say, "Quit frontin'. You know you'd roll in it". He rolls his eyes. 4:45pm
Some fine latino girls come in & ask me to get them some hotdogs. While I'm putting the 7 hour old dogs in the buns one of them ask's, "Is dat your car, foo?"
"Why, yes, I roll in that.
""Yo, that's tyte. How fast is it?"
"About 10's"(failing to mention that's the 0-60 time. They didn't specify...not my fault)
"That's pretty fast. What yoo got unda the hood?"
"About 10". (10 bucks for a drill to drill holes in the airbox.)
"Cool".
After they leave Jack tells me how he's slept with every one of them. I just nod.
5:30pm
The rush comes through. Let's not talk about that.
7:00pm
I put a new bag of goverment "chili" in the despensor.
The left over hotdogs in the grill are now a dark brown color & the skin looks like lizards. Oh well, no use in wasting. Some unlucky soul will end up with them.
7:45pm
Jack takes his 13th cigarette break. I refill my slush for the 45th time.
8:30pm
I switch out my mag for Truckin'. Sweet trucks in there. Check it out sometimes.
9:00pm
Jack makes new coffee but doesn't use any of the filters. "Little chewing never hurt anyone" he always says. We don't waste at our store. Less shrink, more pay.
10:00pm
Since it's Saturday night, one of the many ricers pulls up. This time it's this kid in a Geo Prizm. Dark green wuth a windsheild banner that says "Geo Racing", gunmetal rims, aluminuin wing, fart-can, etc. He puts it into park & floor it hitting the rev-limiter several times. Comes in & ask's me if that Eclipse is mine. I say yeah. He then ask's what I'm running. Unlike the fine-ass latinos, I don't bs him & tell him it's just a nt. He then tells me that his Prizm runs low 14's. I'm like, "Shit, what you got in it?!" I know he's a full of poop but I like to hear them out.
"Turbo, supercharger, nawwwsss"
"You got all three?!"
"Yup. About 10 grand".
"How much psi are you runnin' on your turbo & blower?"
"Uhh...I dunno. But I do know the NOS is a 200-shot on stock internals."
"Sweet".(I don't hate...)
He then comes to pay for his nachos. I then tell him"Yeah, the Eclipse will do for right now, but then my next car's going to be really fast. I'm thinking of getting a WS6 in 2 years."
"I dunno dawg. I wouldn't recommend a Firebird to anyone. You know what you should get if you really want speed?"
"What?"
"A Honda."
"A Honda would be faster than a Firebird?"(I like to see how dumb they can actually be. Comes in handy that I can speak ricer)
"Oh yeah...better aftermarket support. Plus, Firebirds have those older style engines. Not much technology."
"Oh, okay. I"ll think about that."
He leaves...roaring & from what I could hear was a netruel drop twirp of his 19's.
A minute later, A Syclone rolls up. Now this I'm interested in. Two mid-20's dudes walk in & ask for some Dorals. One of them ask's me if I know that guy that was just in here. I said no I just met him. I kinda got the feeling that they were looking to start trouble with him but who knows. I do know their part of "Redlinin'". A hardcore street-racing club here in Temple. Mostly DSMs, a few Mustangs, & of course club president's Syclone. I got then talking about it for awhile before they left. Best recent run at Temple/Academy Dragway was 12.32. Few bolt-ons.
11:00pm
Jack goes into this long story about how he's gonna beat-up Jason)another employee)because he insulted him in front of a custermor. I nod.
12:00am
I go home.
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Anyways...sorry for such a long useless post. Just thought well I don't post much anymore...might as well let it count.
I guess the point of this thread is post about a day at your job...complain about 7-11's...I dunno. Whatever.
.. ive always wondered how it would be to work at 7-11.. esp with a friend.. just chillin.. prob get lit before work and eat up the munchies they got there.. (except the hot dogs).. and read the mags.. pretty chill job if u ask me.. esp if ur just in high school..
