Tuesday, March 30, 2010

411 on Clerk K’s Absence

Many of you are probably wondering why there have been such a gap in my postings.

Was I kidnapped by a random c-store freak?

Did I purchase a wholesale quantity of Swishers and start a side business supporting the ever growing pot community in the Jo?

Did I finally cave and run away with the Spanker to perform in freakish shows across the country?

The answer to these, and the other odd little ideas that i know you have in your head, is unequivocally NO.

The truth? I got another job. Yes, you heard me right, I was able to secure another JOB. So, I had backed off to one evening shift a week at the store and have been lounging my days away as the coordinator/fix-it-bitch at a local salon.

(I know you were all thinking of our beloved pink haired Frenchie when I said salon!)

While this is an improvement, closer to home, no polyester polo, free hair cuts/colors, etc. It is by no means a “great career move” and quite frankly I’m getting tired of hearing that.

I was fortunate enough to tell some of my regular customers of this change. Some get what I’m doing and am happy I’m out of the store…or was…but more on that later. Some, well some are lucky that they don’t get a quick punch in the butt.

If I head one more “oh, Clerk K, what a nice job for you…someplace that you can really have a long career.” OR “you’re family must be so happy for you Clerk K, getting a career in that field.”

WTF? This is not a career. This is more money without druggies. This is a five minute commute with free cut and color.

I have a degree and am DAMN good at what i do, beyond those pesky political games that I don’t choose to play. I’ve made a conscious choice to not just go to another “career” job but find the right fit for me. My “career” comes with a damn good salary.

What I have now, is a job where in exchange for my 1 figure per hour, i do the following:

  • Answer phones and manage schedules,
  • do and fold my boss’ laundry
  • run his personal errands
  • planning his trips, dinners and nights out
  • dusting and learning the importance of being timely in follow-up

I mean, come on. When i graduated college, I thought that if i was ever washing a man’s underwear it would be because he was taking out the trash and walking the dog, not because he was my gay boss.

Seriously, is it that hard to believe in this economy that someone is doing a job that is below them to get by and not for a career? Really?

So, I’m splitting my time between the salon and the c-store and getting a little bit of a split personality. Promise to have more regular updates.

Happy Spring!


  1. Welcome back, Clerk K. Glad to see you're surviving the Great Recession. During a previous economic downturn, I packed people's homes for a moving service to keep my cash flow flowing. It wasn't a career (although after some days in my chosen profession I look back on it with longing) but it gave me some great story ideas and allowed me to indulge in food. Keep your chin up. Our field will open up soon.

  2. Glad to see another post! You give me a great laugh with your insight. Will be waiting for the next post.


  3. Will we get posts from the Salon too?

  4. Clerk K, that is what makes all this so special. You are willing to do what it takes to maintain your self respect. Having taken jobs a little out of the chosen field in order to pay your own way will give you a better perspective when you get back to the career of your choice and you will be better for it. On the flip side, do be careful. I know about the strange things that can happen one night a week in a cstore, especially if that one night is during the full moon.

  5. Hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, and this comes from a gal who's done everything from being an A.M. fry cook (complete with stovepipe chef hat) at Sambo's to being a mail carrier fending off 3-legged dogs in the heat of summer to sewing collars on thousands of shirts a day (that one lasted 3 months, I wanted to sew the supervisors lips together, and I don't mean the ones on her face)! You go, clerk K. And I sure hope we get sidebars on the salon. I keep picturing Queen Latifah and Kevin Bacon in "Beauty Shop."