i'd die without musicWhen I was 6 I thought it would be cool to learn how to read people's actions, because that is the most honest part of us, as far as communication goes. Our body language exposes alot of things that we may not want others to know. I wanted to get to a point where I could look into a pair of eyes, and pull out different stories no one knows. I've learned now that there are some things.....I just don't need to know, and the saying 'ignorance is bliss' rings true to me at the age of 20.
Excuse me, I've never introduced myself. If you could picture a nervous laugh coming from a short black girl with wavy red hair, that likes to look down at her shoes.....then you would see me, Yani Cheznovkovich. I live alot of the things that I wish I could have while I was little, and I guess my 6 year old self would have loved working in the mall......for maybe an hour, then run off somewhere else to play with a bicycle or some toys.
The mall I work in shows people in their most naked form so to speak, because they are constantly communicating with others. Though it may not be their most honest portayals of themselves it still shows alot about their genuine nature. Like kids that are dropped off and like to show off and 'out' in front of friends. Some things about us hardly change......like inner most thoughts. You can see it to this day when elderly people flirt......they flirt like 13 year olds. I see things along these lines everyday, and have decided to retry learning to read people and satissfy my 6 year old self's 'dream'.
This morning I actually got up out of bed when I looked at the clock, because I noticed there was a pot of coffee already done brewing. Soon after I lazily made my way to the pot, I hit my autopilot mode, and before I knew it I was in on the highway dressed in my T-Mobile attire having my morning smoke. It's amazing how long I could go listening to the same song (Pearl's Dream by Bats for Lashes) without minding it, because of the sales mood it puts me in.........relaxed.
My heels click louder than anything else on the marble mall floor. I can hear it pounding through my ears the closer I get to my stand......and slowly my mind's put at ease as I creep up the incline....Rhiannan is here. Rhiannan Fiche works at the watch kioske right beside me and is my best friend in the work place. She's a 25 year old, tall and skinny brunette with hazel eyes that hide behind black rims most of the time. Since she's in, I know my day will go faster.
I throw my black wool jacket over the gate, say my hellos, and go straight to work closing out last night's sales. *sigh* As I'm flipping through papers, I watch the candy stand ahead of my white kioske counter......it was made to look like Willy Wonka's wettest dream. They have maybe 50 bins topped with clear plastic bubble and hanging lights shining down on the different styles of chocolates and gummies. It sits up high enough for any kid to marvel at it's sweets. I'm guessing that's why Greg and Joey invested in it. They run the candy stand together and couldn't look any more opposite (I laugh to myself). Joey Filman is blonde and lanky, while Greg Til is short and stocky, but they have one great thing in common and that's the ability to sell. I've never seen little kids and the elderly feign for something in such a similar fashion as when I see them pass King of Sweets; so it's amusing to watch.
By the time I am done with my paper work and slowly scrolling through the T-Mobile news it is about time for me and Rhiannan's first smoke break of the day. I do my ritual 'car key search' and open my shiny white kioske gate to meet her on the other side as I pull my coat on. Finally, I give her a good look, "Why is your hand wrapped up?!"
elements of a fire fly
Excuse me, I've never introduced myself. If you could picture a nervous laugh coming from a short black girl with wavy red hair, that likes to look down at her shoes.....then you would see me, Yani Cheznovkovich. I live alot of the things that I wish I could have while I was little, and I guess my 6 year old self would have loved working in the mall......for maybe an hour, then run off somewhere else to play with a bicycle or some toys.
The mall I work in shows people in their most naked form so to speak, because they are constantly communicating with others. Though it may not be their most honest portayals of themselves it still shows alot about their genuine nature. Like kids that are dropped off and like to show off and 'out' in front of friends. Some things about us hardly change......like inner most thoughts. You can see it to this day when elderly people flirt......they flirt like 13 year olds. I see things along these lines everyday, and have decided to retry learning to read people and satissfy my 6 year old self's 'dream'.
This morning I actually got up out of bed when I looked at the clock, because I noticed there was a pot of coffee already done brewing. Soon after I lazily made my way to the pot, I hit my autopilot mode, and before I knew it I was in on the highway dressed in my T-Mobile attire having my morning smoke. It's amazing how long I could go listening to the same song (Pearl's Dream by Bats for Lashes) without minding it, because of the sales mood it puts me in.........relaxed.
My heels click louder than anything else on the marble mall floor. I can hear it pounding through my ears the closer I get to my stand......and slowly my mind's put at ease as I creep up the incline....Rhiannan is here. Rhiannan Fiche works at the watch kioske right beside me and is my best friend in the work place. She's a 25 year old, tall and skinny brunette with hazel eyes that hide behind black rims most of the time. Since she's in, I know my day will go faster.
I throw my black wool jacket over the gate, say my hellos, and go straight to work closing out last night's sales. *sigh* As I'm flipping through papers, I watch the candy stand ahead of my white kioske counter......it was made to look like Willy Wonka's wettest dream. They have maybe 50 bins topped with clear plastic bubble and hanging lights shining down on the different styles of chocolates and gummies. It sits up high enough for any kid to marvel at it's sweets. I'm guessing that's why Greg and Joey invested in it. They run the candy stand together and couldn't look any more opposite (I laugh to myself). Joey Filman is blonde and lanky, while Greg Til is short and stocky, but they have one great thing in common and that's the ability to sell. I've never seen little kids and the elderly feign for something in such a similar fashion as when I see them pass King of Sweets; so it's amusing to watch.
By the time I am done with my paper work and slowly scrolling through the T-Mobile news it is about time for me and Rhiannan's first smoke break of the day. I do my ritual 'car key search' and open my shiny white kioske gate to meet her on the other side as I pull my coat on. Finally, I give her a good look, "Why is your hand wrapped up?!"
elements of a fire fly
