Ho(t)me(n) Depot, back to back to back to back. Eight hour shifts.
At Wuperior Soodcraft, not infrequently, my days would be spent sorting sheets of 4'x8' 3/4" plywood. Like All Day Long. After eight hours of that, I would emerge sweaty, happy, and envigorated. After eight hours on the floor at Ho(t)me(n) Depot, I'm happy, and plain old exhausted.
I think the difference is that in dealing what is euphemistically referred to as "The Public," you've always got to be "On." You've got to bring all the energy to the interaction. You're hanging on every word like Detective Bobby Goren interviewing his chief suspect. You're trying to squeeze as much information as you can, conveying it in the simplest way. And that wears you out.
But just the same, everyday I come out with a smile on my face.
I like work.
And, of course, there are the fringe benefits.
And by fringe benefits, I am referring, of course, to scoping DILFs. (You've heard of MILFs? Well DILFs are what float my boat.)
As I hoped, Ho(t)me(n) Depot provides plenty o' opportunities for Man Banking.
I should explain Man Banking.
Y'see, given the current sorry state of my sex life, with the exception of three occasions, I'm the only one in the room for all of my orgasms. So I've raised Man Banking to an art form. Here's how it goes down. There at Ho(t)me(n) Depot, some smokin' hot DILF wanders into the bathroom vanities aisle. Before I approach, I study him carefully, taking in the his butt, admire the line of his jaw, that half smile, his guns, the package, ink... I move on to thinking how he'd look with his hands bound behind his back, duct tape (available in Aisle 24!) over his mouth, sweat glistening his forehead...
Say cheese! Take a (mental) picture.
And file that picture away for safe keeping, banking it, as it were.
And later, after I climb into bed, I make a withdrawl from the Man Bank.
Followed by a deposit onto my furry chest.
What can I say. You do what you gotta do.
(Another day at Ho(t)me(n) Depot tomorrow. Then doing Hard Labor Ready on Tuesday and Wednesday. Filled out an application at the Steel Mill, but no word yet.)