Sometimes you do something really stupid.

And when I say you, I really mean me. I do stupid more often than not. However I got it all out of the way early in my college and part-time working career.

It all happened one Christmas. Christmas of 1962. While still attending class at a local community college in East Los Angeles I took on a part-time job at Sears in their toy warehouse at their west coast catalogue distribution center. A temporary Christmas job that started at 3:00 in the afternoon up to 9:00 in the evening and all day on Saturdays. So far so good. It was good Christmas money. But wait. Then I started another job about 10:00 later in the evenings. I then would go to work at a large warehouse and Post Office distribution center. Backing up a bit I didn’t have good transportation. My dad would drop me off at Sears on his way to his evening job. Then by dumb luck a couple of sisters I knew from church got off work at Sears and was headed in the same direction of the Post Office job and the sisters dropped me off. I generally would work until about four or five in the morning. Mostly unloading railroad box cars of mail and packages and then loading it on to smaller trucks. So stupidity was still with me.

Now let me remind you. I was in class about three to four hours each day starting at 8:00 AM. Then went off to work. Leaving about four hours a day to eat, study, and sleep. How stupid was that?

So, early January I took my finals and was ill prepared and didn’t do so well. Leaving me somewhat disappointed in my college progress. But ever since that experience I had reoccurring dreams of only showing up the last day of a class and not knowing anything. Functioning in a fog of fatigue and wondering why I was here. Thinking how stupid I was. Wake up Chuck!

Published by OkieMan

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to:

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