In my last post I mentioned that I had been a bit busy
lately. The grocery store I work for
decided we needed a brand new store, not just a remodel. So, over a year go, Kroger bought the land
that was literally, across from our parking lot, and started to build. Over this past winter I got to witness the
building of my new store, help train new employees, and meet all the big
important people from our main offices. Six
weeks ago, Kroger officially retired store #46 and moved all the employees to
the new store, store #94. I am the Customer Service Assistant Manager, but the new store opening left me feeling kinda small and
unimportant and way overstressed for being a little Kroger “pawn”. Now that we’ve been open a while (and all the
corporate people have gone home), I feel like this is my store now. That I can make changes happen, I can make
decisions about how and when we do things.
Feels good to have that since of “assistant manager” again, to be a Rook
instead of the pawn.
I’ve also been
involved in politics more than I have ever been. I got involved in a feminist group at the
college and then Marched in a protest demonstration called “take back the night”. It was pretty awesome and empowering. The point, for me, was to show that I was not
going to allow anyone to “put me in my place” anymore. That I will dress the way I want to dress and
say what I want to say and not care if that makes a man feel threatened, so
much so that he decides to treat me differently then he would anyone else. I refuse to feel weak or scared when walking
to my car at night. I refuse to be put
down because I have breasts. And I now,
refuse to let my government make decisions about my sexual health. But that’s a whole other can of worms. So all I’ll say about that is, Samuel Dale Brownback, if you
are reading this; I didn’t vote for you before, I won’t be voting for you this
go around, and I WILL do my best to make sure others are not voting for you either. Grow a vagina, then you can have an opinion. Oh and p.s. my taxes are not paying you so
that you can sign bills without reading them.
Knitters! Want to help promote Women’s reproductive rights? Knit this uterus and mail it to your state
reps, governors, and maybe your insurance company (mine doesn’t cover birth
control, I have to pay for it out of pocket).