I went to the Kroger, today. There were some guys there with black and gold sweatshirts on with gold lettering. They were stealing. I have a cyber stalker that won't let me type.
I've been telling you about Sears and I know I've talked about this before, they don't buy anything! I mean nothing. I got a job at Meijer in Rochester Hills. I love Meijer, they are expensive, but I search the circular for bargains and go shopping. I was estatic when I got the job, my sister worked there in Muskegeon. I stayed there almost two months when I was fired. Well it was said I walked off the job. I asked the manager if I could go and we could talk about "this" tomorrow. The "this is that I was always signing in late for my breaks. He wanted something on me so bad, he was checking my punches. I have a cut on the side of my index finger. You use that at Meijer to punch in and out. They took my finger print twice, because my finger wouldn't work. Nobody bothered to tell this idiot. This so-called man that wanted me to be a thief. By the time he had me in the office they had tried me at least three times with Black folk they felt I would steal for. I told God that I was finished stealing. He got me out of a bad situation and I had overcome. I had related it to all the clothes that I had stolen from "Hit or Miss", three years before. I just got a job and worked. All the people in the store were upset, because I had free-range of the store. Thyey didn't want me to see them stealing. It was all White people, too. The Black people were allowed only by being loyal to the legacy.
If you weren't attached to a "legacy" someone who had been working there 20+ years, you were fired at some point. They needed a "person" in every department. A young woman got a accolades from Corporate, who wasn't on their team and they contribed against her and put her in Carpet. They lied and told her she would make goo-gobs of money. If she hustled and worked feverishly to get customers to buy from her. That was an under-educated White man's job. She was going into people's home who really want her there. They thought that later that night her boyfriend would come a terrorize them in the night, and steal their stuff. Let alone give her commission on a $6k carpet job.She got her accolades by standing in Men's being herself. Now, in a 30-minute face-to-face meeting, she not only has to get them to trust her, but she had to convince them to spend upwards of $6K in 1995. It was an epic fail. They knew that, however, and when she couldn't make rent, a manager told her about another job at another place. She would make a boat load of money there, too. You know what that meant. She was out of Store #1180 in no time. They had a guy named Tony that survived Carpet, he's dead now. A hopeless coke head that would do anything for some blow. I think he said something wrong on a binge, when he didn't have any money. Now Store #1180 no longer exist, and Scarpelli was there until the end, and bought herself a house.
Tony was a mess on the job. When things got rough, he would steal rugs. He was allowed to take them out to people's houses, so they could see them in their homes, around their walls, furniture and stuff. Tony would just pull up to the paint door and throw a rug in his truck bed. There was a process to it, but it didn't apply to Tony. I would watch him in his last days, and knowing customers didn't want to see him in their houses like that. He quit Carpet and went to Automotive, where he worked for a couple of days and stole every dollar out of his register, before going to lunch and never coming back. I can believe that Tony threatened the wrong Sheriff or the wrong person close someone in the group and came to an early demise. I came home from prison and his son was working at the Pontiac Library. I asked him how his Dad was doing. He looked at me surprised, "My Dad died a couple years ago." I held my chest, and apologized for not knowing. He didn't know I had been in prison. I walked through the library in a daze. Now, they have opened the flood-gates of Black folk snitching, because they might be next. Tony story reminds me of Maury on "Goodfellas". He just couldn't stop getting in Jimmy's face asking for money. He caused a bunch of people getting killed, because he did the job, because he needed the money. Jimmy wanted everybody to "lay-low". Maury needed money, but then other people wanted to splurge and Jimmy killed them all. Jimmy didn't deal drugs, or sell girls. Jimmy was a thief. What he said, went, or people died. This role was played perfectly by the great Robert "Bobby" De niro.
So, I'm aware of how it goes. I just stay out of the game. I know that there are Jimmy's in this group of pimps, drug dealers and thieves. Those people at Meijer were mad at me. One man stood with the manager that fired me and pointed to me and whispering. I could just imagine he said, "Look, she's ring everything in the cart!" I was fired the next day. I did ring up everything. I remember that hysterical pregnancy and those 50 pounds I gained lying around the house thinking a baby was coming and it never did. Christmases and birthdays passing, three, and nothing. My mind was gone on a lie told to me by my doctor's secretary. It was God, however, and I believe he will take me right back there if I decide to have the mindset to steal, again. I'm now 50 pounds lighter, because I've been good. He gave my life back. He's going to add everything I lost when I went to prison, too! My house on the river, it will be on a lake. My '93 Cavalier will be a Mercedes Benz. I will give to all the children and their families, because I stay viligent and in God's face asking him, "What's next, Father". He is a Wonder, beyond space and time. I still have a ways to go and all I can say is, "Won't He do it?" Yes he will.
The eighth Commandment
My friend "Tony"
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