CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine
Bio
A widow, sharing experiences. SHARING LIFE LIVED, things seen, lessons learned & spreading peace where I can.
Call me "Gina" ( pronounced "jeena" ) short for REGINA
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Stories (49/0)
STORAGE
SHE WAS HEFTY, an older caucasian woman in her late fifties, and had long lost her accent that belied her Irish origins. Her hair was straggled and wrapped with a bandana tied "head band" fashion to block any sweat incurred during any day's work at the sheds. Adrianne managed the family storage shed business situated in a calm suburb among a population struggling to "become society" out of the edge of a suburban kettle of "have nots." Today whe was going out to purge the late pay bins for discovery of what the company could recapture from bad rentals. There were ten out of the two hundred sheds scattered across the one acre lot, one hundred fifty of which were leased to persons of varied backgrounds. Today's lottery would need to cover the month's mortgage payment on her home and lot utilities. She had remortgaged her home in a family deal through which they had purchased an acre of vacant land along the highway at the edge of town. The land was paid for outright but the sheds purchased to establish a storage facility demanded monthly payments to the note of $50,000. She rauched the sleeves of her sweatshirts and headed for the office door, " Mildred, I'm gone out to make count. I'm starting with shed B32... after working over to aisle C I'll stop back in the office. We can switch places, okay." The slightly younger woman at the counter waived her on out the door. It was going to be a long day. End of the month tallys and accounting, bill payments and purging late pays or abandonded accounts were all just part of the job. The regular inflow of hopeful renters added to the burden of the women's on site lock in position on every day's 7:30 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. shift. They were their own employees. Every few days Joan, another family member, stopped in to go out to lunch or bring a meal to be enjoyed by all three women. Joan was due to stop in for lunch hour chat.
By CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddineabout a year ago in Humans