I quit my job. Sunday was my last day as a retail employee. After 11 years, it doesn't seem quite real that I will never again walk into that place with my red shirt and my namebadge (that I never wore anyway).
I still have three other jobs, plus writing, so it's not like I'm going to be bored or anything. But it just seems so weird to think that I no longer work at the retail supercenter that claimed my weekends, holidays, and sanity for eleven years.
Although I did get a Husband out of my retail job. Those supercenters-- if you look in the right spot, you can find not only milk, shoes, and goldfish, you can even find a spouse. Mine was in the Toy Department.
We were the "couple from Toys." We had quite the reputation for being super employees. And now the era has come to an end. Though truthfully, it came to an end sometime ago, when I left to teach and he left for another job. That was the fall of Rome, this is just the end of the Byzantine Empire.
We went out to eat to celebrate the end. And the beginning of sleeping in on Sunday mornings.
But it still feels weird. Like "phantom watch syndrome" I keep thinking I have to go back.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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My son and his wife met working at a college cafeteria, as did her father and her mother. Same cafeteria too. Weird.
Here's to new beginnings.
You shot a couple of memories back when I quit the first few jobs I had that were retail. I remember that feeling that it didn't quite sink in that it was over. Hope you enjoy reclaiming your weekends.
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