If only they hadn't changed the name..
STIL operations manager M stares at the poster by the entry to The Funky Taco, sister store to the ice creamery that employs him. "DJ Messy Mountain"
That was NOT his moniker! An un-clamored for club deejay from years back, M has entered a new era in his life, as ostensible ops manager for much ballyhooed The STIL, maker of little cups of pleasure: booze, beers, and expertly (artistianl!) made ice cream scoops.
Things were going pretty well since tech bros turned dessert barons Dan and Kasey snapped you up out of your 'funk' and into the center of Boise's Leisure Economy: installing you not only as a mgr at the STIL stores, but putting you in charge of their weekend Bogus Basin food truck. Where anyone who's anyone goes to get grub, and gulp down 'freshments. You liken yourself to Tom Cruise character in "Cocktail." People waited in line to see you. People slung back shots with ... you!
Grateful for the opportunity? For SURE! There's no doubting you owe Dan & Kase your livelihood. Before you met them, you were newly returned from some venture in California -- an enterprise that had sunken just like your marriage and that you had bailed on just like your fathering duties -- scraping by, doin' this and that,
And then.. and then? You were CHOSEN. Oper-goshdarn-rations manager for The STIL. Which everybody knows is the biggest thing in dessert since,, well, heck, since shuga itsell. But you didn't know what the heck a op-rations manger even did. Sounds 'portint. Like a job that 'quires a college degree or two.. And they chose YOU, a man no one ever accused of having much between the ears. No, not the sharpest tool--but the sveltest! Loyal. No questions asked. You do the doggone job and you do it well.
And the REWARDS! You couldn't bleeve it. Like say, HEALTH COV'RAGE! A year ago you were gettin' by with edibles you could scarely 'ford.. Now you had a Policy... And just when you get that coverage, there comes 'long a health provider that seems to be Made for You.. HIMS. Gosh, was there a male ailment they couldn't fix? You think of your new sweetheart (SHE TRUSTS YOU!!) and how things might play out with her. 'nother shot at mairge? Fatherhuh?
No, there was certainly much to be grateful for. It's just them liddle things grate on you here and there. Like when Kase you're pretty sure called you an Erin boy. Or when the guys called for pizza delivery, and Kasey said, "isn't that M.. job?" Or how they med clear more 'en once that you Are Not and Will Never be an owner. Well, still not sure how that sits with you. Who even said you WANTED be an owner? But it got you thinkin.. you were Once an owner.. of your deejay business. And mebe, jes mebe you could BEGIN AGAIN in that direction. You're a creative man, after all, and were bound to want to SPIN AGAIN. No, composin' music, that's not your game. But boy oh golly can you spin. Know JES WHAT THE SITCH CALLS FOR!
But here's the deal. What does THIS sitch call for? You had submitted your name to be a guest deejay at SLOW NIGHT at the Funky T... were guaranteed two darn hours AT THE HELM. And had come up with a clever new handle that you thought paid homage to the Company and to your charm.. DJ Scoop. That was perfectly fine, righ? And someone (please not Dan..) chenged it. (doggone it they DO come up with clev nems) .. MESSY MOUNTAIN? You were ANYTHING BUT MESSY. Took great effort to stay FIT and CLEAN. The whole town knows it. There you are shakin your little butt up to the Bench store. Here you are trottin that taut little frame out to Caldwell.. is it appreciated? You look in the mirror and see the facial Scar that your employment caused, but has not yet fixed. And oh gosh get the notion to JUMP SHIP??!! Err,,, and give up... prestige.. the girl who trusts you (SECOND BASE!!) and you think, you can be Messy Mountin and see what happins.
History shows that such a man, in such a position, is dangerous.
3 star. Bonus star for witty ice cream flavor names such as Marky Mark & the...
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