Last Day at Sleazeworks
So, that's the end of that.
Any time I give notice, it always just gets really weird on that last day of work. I guess some part of me expects it to be momentous and it's not. The night was like any other. Nothing particularly eventful happened. I just worked my shift and then went home, with the only difference being that I left my uniform and time card in the locker and then turned in my locker key at the desk.
And, to be honest, I would still not be against working in a bathhouse again. Just not Steamworks. The situation there is way too fucked up. Corporate morons who don't know how to run a business properly and don't understand their customer base and who haven't even got the Goddamned sense to take a gander at the competition to see how they fare.
I just feel sad that it turned out the way it did.
But that's the big, soul-sucking obstacle out of the way now. The way is clear for better things to come.
Also, lately I've noticed that my reading material has some kind of bizarre synchronicity with what's going on in my life. I had started reading 2001: A Space Odyssey last week because an argument had me upset and I wanted something uplifting to help keep me aligned. Stories about aliens influencing human evolution always make me happy. And since 2010 is coming up, I thought I'd read the whole Space Odyssey series. Anyway, I finished the book tonight, on shift. Just feels strange to read those last three or four chapters, where David Bowman passes through the monolith and becomes the Star-Child, as I'm passing through this shift, knowing that when I walk out that door, I won't be coming back.
Any time I give notice, it always just gets really weird on that last day of work. I guess some part of me expects it to be momentous and it's not. The night was like any other. Nothing particularly eventful happened. I just worked my shift and then went home, with the only difference being that I left my uniform and time card in the locker and then turned in my locker key at the desk.
And, to be honest, I would still not be against working in a bathhouse again. Just not Steamworks. The situation there is way too fucked up. Corporate morons who don't know how to run a business properly and don't understand their customer base and who haven't even got the Goddamned sense to take a gander at the competition to see how they fare.
I just feel sad that it turned out the way it did.
But that's the big, soul-sucking obstacle out of the way now. The way is clear for better things to come.
Also, lately I've noticed that my reading material has some kind of bizarre synchronicity with what's going on in my life. I had started reading 2001: A Space Odyssey last week because an argument had me upset and I wanted something uplifting to help keep me aligned. Stories about aliens influencing human evolution always make me happy. And since 2010 is coming up, I thought I'd read the whole Space Odyssey series. Anyway, I finished the book tonight, on shift. Just feels strange to read those last three or four chapters, where David Bowman passes through the monolith and becomes the Star-Child, as I'm passing through this shift, knowing that when I walk out that door, I won't be coming back.