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Kathryn Mayer • Writing Out Loud

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Working Hard or Hardly Working?

February 16, 2011 by Kate Mayer 6 Comments

Not me. But same bat-hair. Same bat-jacket. Same bat-time.

A million years ago, I was a clerk in my small-town drug store, selling cigarettes, racing forms, and New York Times to townies, and candy and rolling papers to super-cute prep boys, released early on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons. I begged and pleaded to work on prep school days.

There was one particular townie who gave me much more attention than any rich boarding school kid. He was a town staple who we would refer to today as “developmentally disabled” or “intellectually or learning challenged.” We weren’t that kind back then.

Everyone knew him. Larry. He was really old. Must have been about 30. He’s still 30 today, or was about 10 years ago when I last saw him. He didn’t miss a beat when he bee lined across the same pharmacy parking lot – like he knew: “Hey you! Workin’ hard? Orrrrr, hardly workin? Ha! Gotta flat tire?”

He has an infatuation with flat tires. “Got a flat tire? Huh? Gotta flat tire?”

He has one arm, rumor had it he lost it in a garbage truck. Not sure if it’s true, but that’s the story.

What I do know is this: Larry would come into the store every day, several times a day, and lean across the counter, look me in the eye and say,

“Working hard
or 
hardly workin’?”

And he’d slap that one good hand on the counter – loud – and walk away laughing, shaking his head, snickering.

I hear Larry constantly, as I prioritize and make lists and contemplate hitting send and hesitate pulling the trigger and struggle get work done, but don’t have much to show for it. Nothing tangible at least.

I work hard all day, every second accounted for. And I really, really like what I’m doing.

Or not doing.

Because come 2:22 pm, just when I log-off and gas up to start the mom-thing, the swim, drivers ed, track, soccer, basketball, homework, band, forgotten book, hair-doc-dentist-orthodontist, groceries, school project driving bonanza, I can’t show anything for it.

Nothing. Not yet anyways.

I’m not really sure what I do all day, Larry, but know this:

I am working hard not doing it.


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Comments

  1. Michelle Saunderson says

    February 16, 2011 at 3:17 pm

    I can totally relate. I can be working hard all day, and then my SO comes home all day and it looks like I haven’t done anything.

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  2. R says

    February 16, 2011 at 4:22 pm

    ARGHHHHH! Can so relate. Yes. At maximum capacity over here but enjoying the ride. The work? Seems get to eaten…a good sign, right?

    Larry sounds funny- can see him. And the girl behind the counter. Btw, Is Dewey? still around? (working on Porsches in the garage with his Dad)

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  3. Listen To Your Mother Show- Austin says

    February 16, 2011 at 10:58 pm

    I wish I had a Larry around to visit me.

    Wendi

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  4. vanita says

    February 17, 2011 at 10:57 am

    grrrr. i hate that line. I’d be in the middle of madness, and someone would walk into production and ask me that.

    Sure, I’m standing on a bent ladder(holding on for dear life), half my body’s in a machine (that had 3 radiation warning stickers on it) and I’m trying to hold a flash light in my mouth (yes, it was skinny, my mouth only sounds that big) searching for what’s jamming the thing, but I’m hardly working.

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  5. Kathy (p/t writer, f/t mom) says

    February 17, 2011 at 1:16 pm

    @R the only guy working on porsches in a barn i called Dad, not Dewey.

    @wendi Larry’s the real deal. Googling Larry images, I 100% expected his face to pop up. Would not have been suprised. And you wouldn’t want him around. buleeve me
    ‘kay. gotta go not do some more work.

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  6. LazyMom says

    February 17, 2011 at 11:16 pm

    Please…I was a captive audience as small town librarian assistant in High School. Every retiree, lonely geek and/or divorced father would wander in and sit near the little check out desk and chat for hours until I had to push them out and lock the door.

    And that time sucking black hole of driving The Beast to and fro for lessons, sports, parties…ahhhh.

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An irreverent storyteller with a foul mouth and big heart, Kathryn Mayer (aka Kathy and/or Kate) is a writer, humorist, and (former) activist writing out loud with humor and grace about little life moments with big ripples, including the space between parenting and aging parents, social issues, angsty reflections of midlife, and, sigh, gun humpers. Still. Sometimes a big deal, sometimes not Mayer is a national award-winning columnist, according to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, and her essays have been recognized as Voice of … Read More Here...

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