And that was Tarr-shjay.
45 minutes ago I walked out of the Lawrencville Target, perhaps for the very last time as an employee. If I have a choice in the matter I won't be working retail ever again. Unfortnately for me, it's so easy to go back... I mean no job-hunting, decent pay, the management is fond of me... I could easily get a promotion and be making 30k in a couple of years after graduation... problem is? It really isn't a corporate ladder working in a store... it's a corporate step stool, that and I HATE IT. I hate customer is always right ideology (because a little lady who peels clearence stickers off of toilet paper and sticks it on a vaccuum is not right... she's a bitch and I don't want to deal with her). Now ends this chapter in my life (perhaps), the chapter where I slave away making next-to-nothing for a job I don't like... Lemme now open the chapter where I slave away making next-to-nothing for I job I kinda like... (no not the RA thing, I mean whatever entry-level job I can rope post-graduation) Well I need to call Adam and get my butt in bed so I can wake up early (12:30 pm-ish) to go with Adam to give his pet cat up as he is moving to a no-pets-apartment. Night loves.