6:25 pm train home. Tuesday. It’s been a very long day.
I’m 8 minutes early. I find my aisle seat, set my bag down, remove my coat and place it on the luggage rack overhead. I close my eyes, and pause. My right hand clutches my iPhone – activity is frantic inside the device. News. iMessages. Emails. Work. All churning forward. Just let it be for a moment. Rest. Let it be.
My eyes remain closed. Thoughts flicker, and latch onto Jack Kornfield’s “Your Mind: Friend or Foe” as he passes a cautionary road sign, “Your own tedious thoughts the next 200 miles.”
I hear footsteps. She settles one seat up and to my left. She slouches in her seat, knees up against the seat in front of her.
She scratches items on a yellow note pad with a 2H pencil, her to-do list for tomorrow.
List fills, too far away for me to see details. Neat, on the lines. Cursive.
She then grabs her smartphone. Pans through a long list of emails. Then text messages. Then back to emails. Then back to her yellow note pad, to jot down another to-do.
She puts down her phone, and stares out the window. Hair, shoulder length, rests on a light, Patagonia windbreaker. Clean, white sneakers, must have a long walk from the office to the train. Her heels tucked in her bag.
She lifts her phone, and scans more emails. Sends a few more text messages. Flicks through a few web sites. For some reason, you can’t take your eyes off this woman, her show, her frenetic activity in her private space. A peeping voyeur.
She lands on Instagram.
Her index finger pauses and slows with each turn.
She’s ingesting the photos. Her restlessness calms. And me with her.
Gardening tools.
A Hothouse. Her fingers skim the text below.
Orchids.
Large, round Beefsteak Tomatoes.
Grapes, sweet, green, plump, hanging heavily on vines.
She transfers the phone to her left hand, out of my view.
She’s rubbing her index finger and her thumb on her free hand.
Gardening? Her hands in dark, cool, dirt?
She sets her phone in her bag, and shifts her gaze out the window.
She reaches back in her bag to grab a thick, oversized sweater. She wraps herself in it.
And sleeps.
Notes: Photograph: Joshua K. Jackson
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Things we do with our ‘devices’ … ‘My right hand clutches my iPhone – activity is frantic inside the device. News. iMessages. Emails. Work. All churning forward. Just let it be for a moment. Rest. Let it be.’ … and more!
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Always looking forward to you Riding Metro North, and Walking Cross Town posts.
Read this calmed me down, slowed down my heartrate. And now I’m wondering why I needed to be calmed at 7am on a Saturday.
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Thank you. Why? Is that? Do u have to work today?
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Maybe this is it, yes! I also didn’t make it home from work til 11 PM last night.
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Wow. Long day. And you see by Dale’s comments on this post, she’s working today and tomm
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Same here, today and tomorrow!
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You know these are my favouritie posts of yours.
And so, for the first time, you admit to being a voyeur 😉
Being so, gives us these great reads…
Have a nice relaxing weekend, DK. I shall continue getting ready for work…sigh…
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Thank you Dale. Ugh! Work on Saturday. Sigh 😔 is right.
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AND Sunday… Luckily, I don’t have to work the brunch, only the supper so if my boys wanted to make me breakfast, it would be possible 😉
My weekend is Monday.
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Ugh!!!!!!!
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Yep. This Saturday gig will be over in a month or so. I’m helping a friend with his coffee store (I am SO not a saleswoman and cannot stand it.)
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Sawsan is pro in retail. Ask her to share her secrets of success.
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Nah. I just don’t enjoy it. I hate when salespeople come up to me the second I step in their store so I sure as hell don’t feel comfortable doing it! I stay back, say hello, let them browse and tell them if they need help, I’m just here.
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So me too. Walk through the door Andis like many octopus, smothered. Back off!
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Many times, it’s enough to make me turn around and leave! Some are smart enough to just say hello and stay where they are. I don’t mind having to come and get them should I require assistance!
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So agree!
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Funny you say that David. I was in a meeting with my brand managers and HR yesterday and I put it on the table that I’m leaving by the end of the fiscal July month. Asked them to find a replacement so I can train, to make it a smooth transition.
They were talking about how outstanding the results have been, not only sales. I told them, “I’m not a sales person, and I’m not numbers driven. My top priority is customers service, providing an unmatched personal service. One thing is higher priority than that, the integrity of my team. No one can mess with my team and they know it. Sales and numbers are 3rd on my list.
I’m not a sales person, but I sell like crazy 😉
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I so love this. Award for Work Comment of the Year!
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I’m so bad, I snapped at a customer once. She wouldn’t stop bitching about us being out of a luxury fragrance. It’s not a gift, she doesn’t need it right away, we ship for free, she just wanted it right then and there, and complained that we should have “enough”.
It was black Friday!!!
This is me,
“Is this your husband?
He’s handsome.
Is he good to you?
Are you healthy?
Are your kids home for Thanksgiving?
Are they healthy?
Give me a hug.
Come on…”
She laughed out loud, and hugged me, still a top customer.
Like my service? Because I keep it real!!!
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OMG. I would love to follow you for a work day and take it all in.
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Why? Are you considering retail after you retire?
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God no! I just like to watch excellence in something that I have zero competency.
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🙂
Me too, to be a little sparrow on your shoulder watching you watch the world, for one day!
That would be me watching inspiration and awe.
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Watching. You would. In awe, that’s something else. 😊
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I’m gonna follow you both – live and learn…😁
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Ha! Live for sure.
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And learn!! Don’t even try!
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Ha!
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Loved the exchange above – even your conversations can be frenetic! Observe…😉
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Isn’t it though!
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What a luxurious outtake and turn from the external pull and drive of weekday work. How easily we apply our own perspectives on to others.
Find your own break/middle ground and soak it in. No one else has the answers. 💛🙏
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So true Val. No one does have the answers.
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We could call it stalking or being nosey, but I too have a deep interest in people and their stories. Maybe it’s your way of connecting to others without talking, by stepping into their world and seeing their unique story from their perspective. In doing this we remember we are all human. 🙏🏻
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What an amazing spin! We’re going with that!
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Ha!
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A bloody great post
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Ahhh. Thank you Joanne
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self-soothing at last
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So true. Not sure about my self, but certainly her
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Oh , yes all her here
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What a fascinating journey this was – and then she went to ig for gardening!!!! GREAT, great, great….. That’s what I do. When I need time to think, to cool down, to slow a pace or three, I work in the garden, in summer I water it, that means 90′ with a hose in my hands and my head and mind fly free – sometimes I read (and often have to throw the book away at the end of the read because of water damage)…..
And now, for dessert, I get Sawsan, Dale & DK plus a host of other guests in a fascinating ball-game of opinions, decisions, turns and dances! You’re a great bunch of people.
BRAVO Sawsan, for knowing when to pull the brake. I got off from my bestest ever job with the reasoning that I couldn’t work for them any longer because I felt I had to leave my soul at the reception desk….. I was ‘threatened’ that ‘You know we will never take anybody back who is leaving US’ and I had to say: I would never have handed my resignation if I’d think I’d work for you again.
Amen to all of the above – I’ll go for a cool drink of water, this exchange has left my thoughts whirring in my head and my heart beating with sheer exhaustion.
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Love this comment. Especially “I would never have handed my resignation if I’d think I’d work for you again.”
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