Bit by Bit

Today, one of my favorite coworkers pointed out that I was "Dave's bit."

Dave is my boss, and my friend has a speech impediment.

Bit=bit-h.

I liked to think of the situation as being his right hand man (as we set up a display with various forms of beer and a porch set...there was something very unnatural about that much beer surrounding a porch set...i can't really imagine anyone enjoying themselves with their view of the backyard impeded by a stack of Coronas)

Anyhow,

I spent the better part of my day sorting out massive amounts of beer and wine, ensuring that all the giddy alcoholics in Ntown could easily access their beverage of choice.

I only took one break.

I cut my pinky.

I didn't have that much quality human interaction.

But, do you know what I got for it?

46 hours of paid work next week, and Thursday, Friday and Saturday until four off so I can see ma'lady.

Boo ya!

I may be referred to as the boss's bit...

but the truth is

I AM THE MICHAEL JORDAN OF GROCERY CLERKS!