Part B: Observing
a random shopper in Wal-Mart as I, too, shopped.
Part C: a. Simon
b. N/a
c. Male
d. Approximately mid-30’s
e. Large male, bald, patchy beard, diamond earrings, dark
(brown) eyes, dirty, white, New Balance shoes, black and red basketball shorts,
grey shirt with a quote “Don’t bite the hand that feeds” (also the illuminati
symbol?), approximately 6’2, deep booming voice.
f. N/a
g. N/a
h. N/a
i. No visible wedding band on his ring finger. Assuming he
is not married, possible girlfriend with him?
j. N/a
k. The shopper was in the meat aisle, must not be
vegetarian, primarily looking at chicken breasts. Perhaps prefers chicken over
red meat.
l. African-American
m. He was shopping with a female, approximately the same age
range, but neither wore wedding rings. Assuming she is a girlfriend.
n. N/a
o. Had a Bluetooth earpiece in his left ear, holding an
iphone.
p. N/a
q. N/a
r. N/a
s. N/a
t. N/a
u. N/a
v. N/a
w. N/a
x. As I was leaving, I noticed him walking with the female
to a car. It was a 2006-2008 Nissan Altima. Dark blue in color, four doors.
y. N/a
z. N/a
Part D: based off
the person I observed.
Skin: Brown
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Brown
Height: approximately 6’2, tall.
Weight: Overweight
Build: Large
Part F:
a. What makes you character laugh? He laughs at
stupid comments his co-worker(s) make, videos found online, and when his
girlfriend makes comments about eating healthier foods.
What is your character afraid of? Simon claims to not
be afraid of anything, but he is not the biggest fan of birds. They do not
visibly frighten him, but his heart rate quickens when they approach.
What makes your character angry? Simon does not like
lazy people. Those who sit at home and do not want to work to support their
life, or family’s life, make Simon mad. He also doesn’t like it when someone
makes comments about his girlfriend.
What specific incident is your character most ashamed of?
He wishes he could go back and finish his college degree, culinary arts, so he
could provide a better future for himself.
What are your character’s superstitions? Simon
battles daily in regards to belief. He was raised as a Baptist, but through his
years, he has begun to doubt.
b. Characters are defined by the objects they wear, carry,
and even throw away. Write about your character describing the contents of
his/her garbage.
When going
through Simon’s trash, one will find a variety of objects. Empty soda cans
(coke, because it is better than any other soda); Take-out chicken from the
local fast food chicken restaurant; Letters that come by mail each week (he
receives no less than two letters from a particular person every week, but he
leaves them unopened, and tosses them in the trash); Pay stubs from work; empty
packs of cigarettes; liquor bottles, beer cans.
c. Write a paragraph in the voice of our character in the
first person where he/she introduces him/herself. Have your character include
the following information: Name, age, physical appearance, education,
vocation/occupation, ethnicity, financial status, marital status, residency,
hobbies, transportation, sexual history, Religion.
“What’s up
everyone, I am Simon Adams, a 36-year-old African-American. My friends call me
‘Worm’, a nickname I got from the movie, Friday,
with Ice Cube and Chris Tucker, made in 1995. I graduated from Boone High
School in 1997; Never had the best grades in my class, but I didn’t flunk out
neither. The culinary arts was where I felt I belonged – I mean, look at me, I
obviously like food,” I said, laughing. “I got about half-way through my
education at Le Courdon Bleu, but dropped cause of financial issues. You need
money to live, and I ain’t have any good money coming in at the time, you know?
That’s when I was hired at the KFC off 441 to be the cook. I ain’t rich, but I
make enough to get by. The house I stay in is actually a block behind the KFC,
I live there with my girl. My girl’s name is Tonya, she’s been with me for,
God, 6 years now? Outside of work I watch too much sports. Football,
basketball. I don’t watch none of that hockey, or baseball crap. No boring
sports neither. I try to catch the games every Sunday at a local bar, Cooter
Browns, where I can eat wings, drink beer, and watch the games.”
d. “It doesn’t take much, does it, for you lazy people to
fall behind on orders,” I said to the staff today. The manager’s out of town,
and he left me in charge for the weekend. “Come on, let’s get things moving.”
“Calm down,
Simon. We ain’t bad off yet, man,” said Damian, a high school student who has
only worked here for 3 weeks.
“Boy, how
long have you worked here? How long have I?” He doesn’t want to test my
patience, today is the day I can finally prove I have what it takes to be a
manager here. “You can’t possibly know how the day is gonna be.”
Damian
shook his head, turned his back on me, and walked outside. I ain’t putting up with this here today, I think to myself. Walking
around the “Employees only beyond this point” door, I head towards where Damian
walked out. Stopping long enough to turn my head and say, “Make sure everything
gets put up, and prepped correctly. We open in 15 minutes. I’ll be back in a
minute.”
I walk
outside and Damian is by the dumpster, smoking a cigarette. Deciding I should
keep my cool, and let him off easy, I take out my pack of cigarettes, and light
one with him.
“Look,
Damian, I know you only been here three weeks, but you gotta learn who is in
charge here,” I tell him.
Exhaling
the smoke from his cigarette, he looks at me saying, “Man, you ain’t the one in
charge. Roger is, but he out of town. The only reason you were left to handle
everything is cause you been here longer.” He flicks the butt of his cigarette,
letting ash fall to the ground.
“Maybe
that’s true, but you know what, he left me in charge for the weekend. That
means I call the shots, and I have been here longer, so I know how a typical
Sunday goes. We get plenty of people coming in after their church gets out,
wanting to buy chicken for the games,” I told him.
Damian
shook his head, and chuckled under his breath.
“What’s so
funny?” I ask him.
He lets out
another chuckle before responding. “Man, you think every Sunday gonna be like
this. But it ain’t.”
“Alright,
tell you what. You think you know so much how about this, if today don’t go the
way I think, I’ll let you take over the next time Roger is out. If I’m right,
you gotta stop trying to defy everyone with authority.” I try to cut a deal
with him.
“Yeah,
alright. I’ll take that,” he said.
I was right
about the day. It was crowded, and we were busy. I got this manager role down.
Part G:
Putting
out his cigarette, Simon told her he was coming. He had seen this kind of
malfunction before, but he had never fixed the issue himself. With the restraint
manager on vacation this week, Simon was the man in charge. He would have to
resolve the situation, and fast. The restaurant opened in thirty minutes.
Smoke
filled the kitchen, though there was no visible fire. “Everyone step out into
the lobby. Damian, call Hector and see if he is available to give us a hand
today,” Simon said. Hector was the area mechanic; he could fix just about
anything.
“Hector
said it’d be an hour before he could come this way,” Damian told Simon.
This
was it; Simon had to take matters into his own hands. Maybe the company would
finally see how devoted he was, and calm under pressure he could be. Simon got
down on the floor to look under the oven, but didn’t see anything except years
of dust that had collected and an old pair of tongs that had been missing for
some time.
Smoke
still filled the kitchen, but Simon checked to see if the oven was still
smoking. It was not. He then moved the oven out from the wall to give him room
to look in the back. Everything still looked fine. The last thing he did was
open the ovens door. Inside was a burned out bulb, shattered inside the oven. Morgan is not going to like this, he
thought to himself. Morgan was the manager.
Simon
cleaned up the shattered mess from the bulb, but it was still unclear what
sparked the oven to burn out. He didn’t know what to do to get it back running,
and with the restaurant opening in ten minutes, Simon decided they would have
to run on two ovens, rather than three.