Tossing Salt Presents:
A Day of Dougie:
The Desert, First Job & Breathe
January 11, 2022
So far, today sucks! I had an appointment with the Ortho-dude about getting a prosthetic made so I can walk again and hopefully go back to work soon. My stump has been swollen and was told that I need to get it down to 16″ to get fitted for the molding to make my new leg/foot. And I’ve done everything right for the past several weeks to get it down. I measured this morning and I was like 1/10th of an inch over the 16″ mark. I went to go see the man and he measured. 16 1/2″. Apparently, I don’t know how to measure it. I mean this is good that it’s down that much. It was at 18 1/4″ last time I saw the guy, and now it’s16 1/2″ so that’s good. But it’s not at the place where we want it so I have another week at least to wait before I can get this thing fitted. I want it done NOW!
I’m so damn tired of this house and this chair and not being able to do anything or go anywhere. I’m ready to go back to work and sell that liquor and see all my Peeps. The frustration level since I had my foot amputated has been incredible, as you might guess, but I’ve been trying to stay positive. And the little things, that’s what annoys me the most. I need a damn foot! So one more week to get it down 1/2 “. I can do this. I got this. Damn, I hate this. Oy vey!
And now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, let’s do something to make my mood better. How about a new edition of a Day of Dougie? Writing always makes me feel better and plus it provides content for the site, so it’s a double-plus. Works for me. All we need now are a couple of topics and we can get ‘er done. Where is my Magic Bag at?
All righty-then. We found the bag and now, it’s time to find a few topics for discussion. We have First Jobs, Breathe, and The Desert. Yeah, we’ve got three winners here. This won’t take long. So are you ready? As the moron on YouTube and Twitter that likes to jump through tables would say, “Woop Woop! Fuck this shit!”. Yeah, he’s an idiot. Let’s do this.
So what do you think of when you hear the word “Desert”? I think of wide open bare land with lots of sand, extreme heat during the day, cold at night, with cactus and lizards crawling around. And what else? I remember a song about a guy riding a horse with no name through a desert until he came to the ocean, where he then set the horse free. And after all of that, he never gave that damn horse a name. Asshole! Anything else about the desert? Well, there is a coyote running around that chases that poor little roadrunner, and nothing ever seems to work for him. That usually happens in the desert, right? The final thought is that deserts have lots of sand. I hate getting sand in my drawers so no deserts for me.
So what was your first job? I started off with little side jobs, such as helping to unload the truck bringing in stock, mowing grass, etc, when I was 13-14 years old. My first real job, where I was paid money and actually worked a real schedule, I was 15 years old and had gone down to Hillsborough, NC to see my dad for the summer. Dad was good friends with a couple, Betty and Frank, who owned a Bar-BQ restaurant. It was a family business and since I was like a new cousin or something, Betty put me to work bussing tables and washing dishes. I also learned to cook, waited on a few tables, learned to chop up BBQ, make cole-slaw, and even managed to kind of/sort of date the youngest daughter, Debbie. I was fifteen, making money, and it was a great summer. And then I came back to Laurinburg when it was time to go back to school, got a job at Sinclair Building Center for a few months, and then went to work at Jimmy’s Seafood, now known as Captian Larry’s. And the rest is history.
If you don’t do it, you die. ‘Nuff said!
And there you go. My thanks for reading. Any comments, thoughts, or questions you may have are welcome and appreciated. Blah, blah, blah… Day of Dougie… Blah blah. Until the next time, take care of yourself and stay inside. Stay safe and warm. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Take care.