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My official last day of working at the Port Huron Meijer's was September 11, 2000, and
unless you've been hiding under a rock, was the day the New York World Trade Center was
attacked. I was sleeping that morning after work when it happened and was woken by Heather
all the way from Canada to tell me the world was falling apart. I watched the thing on TV
and I honestly felt that the Bush administration was some how behind it all. I went to work
that night and the mood was somber, but they found time to throw me a small going away party
which I really appreciated. I went home the next morning and my mom called me to tell me
that my dad had a stroke early yesterday morning before the trade tower incident. The next
day I started to pack up some of my stuff and headed to my parents. I drove my mom to the
hospital to visit my dad for the next couple of days while I looked for an apartment
and I was taking a week vacation between jobs so I had some time to relax. After the third day I
found an ad for an apartment in my town and went to look at it. I liked it so I took the
place. Picture is from apartment looking out door.
I spent some time moving stuff into the place and my son helped me to move my
belongings from Port Huron to Fraser. I was still taking my mom to the hospital daily and
eventually they let my dad come home. There were many changes in their house like putting
a hospital bed in the living room so there was more room to get around my dad's bed to help
him. That was only the beginning of many changes.
I started at the Roseville Meijers and tried to settle in with a new crew. They were an
odd mix of guys and I tried to be the "nice guy boss", like Ron Trombley from when I worked
at GM. I tried to get used to the night store manager and co-manager but they just really
seemed to grind at me from the beginning. They had been in charge of my department before I
got there and I think they didn't like to give up their control. The co-manager, named Becky,
became a really big pain in my rump with all her intrusions and constantly calling me every
20 minutes to see how we where doing. I just put up with their crap for the duration.
After a few weeks in my new apartment,
my son (Pictured left) moved in with me and he claimed the bedroom
and I slept in the dining nook on one of those fold out cots. Eventually I got one of those
deluxe air beds and my son slept on the cot. |
