Here’s my deal, Tumblr.
So yesterday I found out my store is closing. The store that I work for, have been for 6 years, is closing. April 1st or 5th, I don’t know which date it is but it’s closing.
Once I got the call, I screamed in Steve’s ear. Poor Steve. I felt livid and wanting to break shit. I didn’t get to, but I did throw shit around.
I sat there, all sunken in my seat thinking “well, shit. What the fuck am I gonna do now?”
This means I can’t take my trip to Vegas that Steve and I planned at the end of May. This means I can’t go to Punk Rock Bowling. This means I can’t do jack shit about ANYTHING. I may need a new car battery, who the fuck knows.
So much shit went through my head and I couldn’t think passed it. My boyfriend told me I looked like my hamster just died. I couldn’t let my mind stop and he could tell and he’d get frustrated. “Expect the unexpected”. That’s too damn hard of a job. I mean, you go through shit, just to rise up, thinking there’s no way you’re coming down…..just to come down.
My tax money will help me a bit, but not for long nor far.
I’m not so sad anymore about this because I’m sort of promised a job already. I applied to two other places and one had three openings. but with this job that’s sort of promised to me, I can sort of care less about the others I applied for as soon as I got the news.
I have to put my two weeks in soon. but to give them the satisfaction of letting them think they’re helping me, I’ll tell them which store I’d like to transfer to and just quit as soon as I’m hired at the other place. Sucks because I have two weeks PAID vacation that I won’t get to take. There really isn’t a way to.
I’ve thought about it..believe me. and I’d really hate to do that to Rebecca and Ralph. I’d like to think they would do the same for me but if that was the opposite fact — well…it’s good to know I’m kindhearted.
I’m stoked to leave Jewel. I’ve been thinking about it this past year telling myself I’m leaving before I reach my 7th year. Which would be this year in September. I didn’t want to be there by the time my birthday rolled around and look at that — I WON’T BE.
But this isn’t the way I wanted to go. I wanted to go out on my own terms. Like a coworker said “I wanted to be like FUCK YOU. I’m out.” EX-FUCKING-ACTLY.
It’s the dream.
So, come the time I quit and have my full time job, I’m burning all of my Jewel Osco clothes except my vest. Sef and I made a fun point to mess with it and “punk it out”. I’m gonna look bad ass and stupid at the same time. I can’t wait.
I’m going to burn my uniform and have a party to celebrate my departure from that horrid place. I’ve been dying to burn that place down to the ground..but I didn’t want it to end like this. It’s bullshit. I got too comfortable there. I know too much about that store and my employees and just..everything.
I hope that this “new beginning” is going to help me out. I hope it opens my eyes some more and makes me a even better person than I am now.
My life is literally going to change. I’ll miss some people and I won’t get to see my 4 friends as much as I’d like to :/
I know I have more friends out there…but the ones who really matter that I see..I mean ACTUALLY see and hang out with, are Steve, Mary, Tony and my boyfriend. -sigh-
Change is good and hope this is good for me and to me. Only time will tell.
At least I’m not sad about it anymore. Still feeling pretty down/bummed out but it’s nothing something can fix…y’know?
I’ve been listening to Brand New all morning/day and I just want some za. Playing ‘Words with friends’ and drinking hot apple cider to save me from being sick, is what’s getting me through today.
Oh, so, I guess sometimes when something terrible happens, sometimes something pretty cool happens.
I won a rare Riot Fest silkscreen poster. It’s from last year. That line up was amazing. Trio. Adicts. Descendants. Gogol. Teenage bottle rockets. Etc etc etc etc.