I was inspired by Eric’s work blog, so I decided that I would allow you a look into the life of a Big Lots furniture salesman. I’m always all alone in the furniture dept and usually have nothing to do. So I keep myself busy however I can. This is how I spend my 6 hour shifts.


The best part of the job is getting to wear this badass smock. Since I work alone, to make this blog possible I had to master the art of self portraiteaure’ (that’s French for self portraits).


Furniture? we got it. We also probably have one hell of an electric bill.


With all this free time on my hands I figure why not spend it training my mind and body for combat? I train 45 minutes a day. So I’m a box cutter ninja… on the side.


30 minutes a day is designated as target practice.


Bullyeye every try.


Every so often some ass hole will come into the store and totally interrupt me and I’ll actually have to do something. My strategy is to be extremely short with them. If I’m lucky they will get mad and leave. If that doesn’t work I try to talk them into getting as little stuff as possible. This way I don’t have to carry as much shit out the door. These “customers” usually take up about 30 minutes of my day.


But then it’s back to the warehouse for a one hour cartboard session. I’ve got kick turns and powerslides on lock, but I’m still working on shuv-it’s and kickflips.


The next 45 minutes are spent finding killer jumps. Some of them require a setup, but I found this gem as is (check out the impeccable self timering).


The jumping really takes it out of me. On a good day I can squeeze in a 2 hr nap. This is not a good time for a customer to ask for help. You wouldn’t like me when I’m awoken from my post killer jumping nap (see picture 3 of blog).


The last hour and a halfish is generally taken up by actual work. Mopping is lame. My job is lame. I know it looks like all fun and games, but it’s actually quite lame. Brunt used to work there with me. He can attest to it’s lameness. In fact I bet I can guess what his comment will be for this blog… 3 words.