“Assume”

In my travels, I get to meet a variety of people with incredible stories to share.  This series focuses on the rare glimpses I get into other people’s lives. These stories are meant to be observations and thought-provoking, and not in anyway a judgment or criticism.

It’s not even seven on a Sunday morning, and I’m already wrist deep in turkey and ham trimmings. I wipe little roast beef goblets off my gloves before I grab the next carcass to put through the slicer.

Zing... zing... the steel blade slides through the bloody flesh creating piles of unappetizing cold cuts. If my brain doesn’t wake up soon, my fingers may join the pile, throwing off my perfect 0.75 ounce slices.  

For some reason, I’m thinking of zombies.  

My boss for the day is a single mom, probably mid-40’s and not my biggest fan.  She’s still hiding in her four-by-four office playing god with her numbers and schedules.

We don’t see eye-to-eye on many things, including my potential in this position. But then again, meat slicer was never a skill I wanted on my resume... just a job to cover rent and maybe a meal or two.

As I’m finishing up the roast, she approaches me with a list in hand. I’ve been slaving over this slicer for an hour and now she tells me I’ve been working off the wrong list.

”You know what they say about assume, right?” She snarked. “Assuming makes an ass out of u and me.”