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From: Gorton, Jenilynn 
Sent: Friday, May 02, 2014 4:13 PM
To: Pim, Gabriel
Cc: Robb, Jacobus
Subject: Sunday 6/1

Hey Gabe, would you be able to take my shift on Saturday 5/31 (9:30 a.m.) so then I could work on Sunday 6/1 instead of Jake?  He’ll be here late on Saturday night with inventory.  If you can switch, Jake will pick up one of your Sunday shifts for a trade.  Just let me know! 

Lynn Gorton
Operations, The Store


From: Pim, Gabriel 
Sent: Monday, May 05, 2014 8:49 AM
To: Brite, Ava; Franks, Bradley; Veniamin, Rick
Subject: FW: Sunday 6/1

 Hey boys and girls…  It’s time to play Family Feud with your host Richard Dawson.

Top three answers are on the board, here is the question:

“Name something wrong with the request contained in the email below”


 From: Brite, Ava 
Sent: Monday, May 05, 2014 8:52 AM
To: Pim, Gabriel; Franks, Bradley; Veniamin, Rick
Subject: RE: Sunday 6/1

Survey says….our inventory is on Saturday, May 31st?!  (If you swap places with Lynn, will you be excused from our inventory?)


From: Pim, Gabriel 
Sent: Monday, May 05, 2014 9:07 AM
To: Brite, Ava; Franks, Bradley; Veniamin, Rick
Subject: RE: Sunday 6/1 

#1 answer on the board!!!!!

Would you like to play or pass?

(#2 answer is: “Why can’t you work late Saturday night for inventory and then work Sunday morning?”)

(#3 answer is: “Ava is over it.”)


From: Brite, Ava 
Sent: Monday, May 05, 2014 9:08 AM
To: Pim, Gabriel; Franks, Bradley; Veniamin, Rick
Subject: RE: Sunday 6/1 

If I’m playing for time with Richard Dawson, I’ll pass.  If I’m playing for Richard’s booze, I’ll play.


From: Pim, Gabriel 
Sent: Monday, May 05, 2014 9:26 AM
To: Brite, Ava; Franks, Bradley; Veniamin, Rick
Subject: RE: Sunday 6/1 

You selected the #1 answer, the choice is yours.  Booze it is.

The guys can have Boozer.


From: Brite, Ava
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 3:42 PM
To: Aidan, Cat
Subject: RE: Pffft`

Hi Ava,

I thought I saw you.  But then, it was not you.  I was disappointed – -I said hello from afar and the not-you gave me nothing.  She couldn’t even fake a wave.  Shame.

So, now that I thought of you, ‘cause I saw it wasn’t you, I wanted to let you know that I was thinking of you.

To be clear, I am not drunk at work…officially.

Cat
Operations Specialist, Manager |Accounts Receivable


From: Brite, Ava
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 3:15 PM
To: Aidan, Cat
Subject: RE: Pffft`

Cat,

Will you be my hero and apply for the HR Director’s job?

Ava


 

From: Aidan, Cat
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 3:18 PM
To: Brite, Ava
Subject: RE: Pffft`

“The hero knew what he had to do and he wasn’t afraid to fight,” I am singing some David Crosby song that you’re too young to know.  Angry.

If I applied for the HR job, 1.) they wouldn’t give it to me. 2.), the current director maybe hired as a contracted part-timer.  3.) by the time I got done with putting things right… there would be no more useless upper management.  Folks would be put out on the streets with no freaking notice. Unfortunately, I have no background in such areas. Otherwise, I would love to be YOUR hero!

Cat


From: Brite, Ava
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 3:21 PM
To: Aidan, Cat
Subject: RE: Pffft`

Do you really think that I didn’t think the whole thing through before asking you?  I don’t suggest stuff just because.

I hate David Crosby songs.  Not as much as I hate Ebony & Ivory, but close.


From: Aidan, Cat
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 3:25 PM
To: Brite, Ava
Subject: RE: Pffft`

Very true AB, there is a reason why certain people are held down.  We should rule the world! And I’d do it ghetto style (ummm, I gotta figure that one out first, just cause a gal is Pecan Brown, does not mean she is in the know).

ROTFLMBO, Ebony & Ivory happens to be a song for the ages. It’s better than that “say, say, say” stuff, I cannot recall the title of….

Cat


From: Brite, Ava
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 3:34 PM
To: Aidan, Cat
Subject: RE: Pffft`

You should ask Mel about how I would torture her when she tortured me with Ebony & Ivory.  I swear I just feel like driving a broom handle through my eyeball every time I hear it.  Every time they would play it in the store, I would immediately shoot a hateful e-mail to Mel, Grey, and Laurin.  I SHOULD like the song.  Stevie’s great, my parents raised me on the Beatles.  I’m multi-racial.  I like people getting along.  I hate that God damn song!

I can’t even type about it anymore.


 

From: Aidan, Cat
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 3:36 PM
To: Brite, Ava
Subject: RE: Pffft`

Haha

I am going to leave you alone and promise to do my best never to mention the song that shall not be named.

Hey, were you invited to Hayden’s new job drink fest? Are you going?

Cat


From: Brite, Ava
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 3:42 PM
To: Aidan, Cat
Subject: RE: Pffft`

Yes, and probably yes.  I doubt I’ll stay long.  Just a drink or three.  Are you going?


From: Aiden, Cat
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 3:48 PM
To: Brite, Ava
Subject: RE: Pffft`

Yes, I am going. Just a drink or two… I may need to drive Hayden.

Cat

 

 

Half-Marathon; Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love My Body

My experiences with weight problems have been different from @akmakansi’s, (which I haven’t yet shared) but her words connected with me. There’s something brilliant about the line (that I’m paraphrasing): “…I never wanted to abandon my ability to eat wantonly and without fear…” Continue running towards you happiness, @akmakansi!

The Z-Axis

I’ve never told anyone these things. My parents, my sister, my friends – no one. So heads up. You’re the first to know.

For the last few years, I have grown, slowly but steadily, to despise the way my body looks.

When I was a kid, I was always told how skinny I was. I didn’t break fifty pounds until I was eight years old. In high school I was always the smallest – height and weight – of my friends. I grew up knowing, somehow, intuitively, that ‘being skinny’ was something good, that it was something I should maintain. In high school, that belief was confirmed and reinforced by magazines, friends who were constantly ‘dieting’, and my school’s insistence on athletic rigor and social ostracism of students who didn’t fit the body ideal. But I was always warned that, as a woman, ‘my time would come’, I would have kids…

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Brother

His body can be dark from the sun,
His hats are ringed with salt.
His head is held high, though his mind has found fear.

He cannot dispose of the mice my cats destroy.

I cannot find our similarities.
Though not joyful, he is full of love.
What shakes me only stirs him. 

He has a musician’s hands.
They close windows and he walks outdoors.
He runs up the stairs to the smog filled air.