so-long, farewell...
So I was just sitting here thinking today, and for whatever reason it dawned on me how easy it could be to erase someone from your life, especially after college (besides family, who might send out a search party if they don't hear from you for a while, in my parents' case about 3 hours after I don't return their call).
Simple things, like change the cell #, block them on all "public" web communities (i.e. facebook, myspace, livejournal), change the email address, and obviously move if you're out of school...
And they'd have no clue where you ended up, and no way to get in touch with you. The only way they'd hear anything about you is through someone else, and even then it's usually "last I heard..." the way we talk about people we haven't heard from since high school. It's interesting.
Completely switching subject, tmw is my last day at the Syracuse CompUSA. For about six weeks now I've been venturing to Syracuse on Saturdays to work eight hours and then venturing back to Geneseo to make about $30 profit, all because I like the people I work with, I like my GM, and I wanted to be included in the purchase program and get my severance check.
But seriously, if someone comes in on THE LAST DAY WE'RE OPEN and ask "gee, are you guys closing or something?" as people have for the past six weeks, obviously blind to the "total inventory liquidation", the caution tape blocking off aisles that have nothing in them but remnants of empty shelving, the signs that say "no checks allowed" and "all sales final", and the multiple 10 foot "STORE CLOSING" banners that drape across the most visible areas of the store... I might have to punch them in the face and spat "why do you think 90% of the store is taped off and we have 4 items left, jackass??!" I might up and quit on my last day.
Thank you, Compusa, over the past year and a half you've shown me how incredibly oblivious to the obvious people can be. I'll cherish that forever.
Simple things, like change the cell #, block them on all "public" web communities (i.e. facebook, myspace, livejournal), change the email address, and obviously move if you're out of school...
And they'd have no clue where you ended up, and no way to get in touch with you. The only way they'd hear anything about you is through someone else, and even then it's usually "last I heard..." the way we talk about people we haven't heard from since high school. It's interesting.
Completely switching subject, tmw is my last day at the Syracuse CompUSA. For about six weeks now I've been venturing to Syracuse on Saturdays to work eight hours and then venturing back to Geneseo to make about $30 profit, all because I like the people I work with, I like my GM, and I wanted to be included in the purchase program and get my severance check.
But seriously, if someone comes in on THE LAST DAY WE'RE OPEN and ask "gee, are you guys closing or something?" as people have for the past six weeks, obviously blind to the "total inventory liquidation", the caution tape blocking off aisles that have nothing in them but remnants of empty shelving, the signs that say "no checks allowed" and "all sales final", and the multiple 10 foot "STORE CLOSING" banners that drape across the most visible areas of the store... I might have to punch them in the face and spat "why do you think 90% of the store is taped off and we have 4 items left, jackass??!" I might up and quit on my last day.
Thank you, Compusa, over the past year and a half you've shown me how incredibly oblivious to the obvious people can be. I'll cherish that forever.