Hardly Workin'

With only one day remaining as a Wal-Mart Fashion Sales Associate, I'm enjoying my job more than ever. Absolutely nothing can dampen my mood at work. On Monday, I dropped a bureau on my foot. No problem. Yesterday my car broke down on the way to work and I had to run along the Trans Canada with my lumberjack lunch to arrive at work 20 minutes late covered in sweat and dust and sporting a crack whore inspired hairstyle, but I sang all the way. I just love quitting jobs. I've quit 3 in the last nine months. People I haven't even spoken to before are sorry to hear I'm leaving. My leaving seems to have started a mass exodus at our local Wal-Mart. A lot of the people who work there have been there since it opened and many of them are curious about my future plans, I think, to work out their own exit strategies. They ask me questions as if I'm some kind of expert on quitting shitty retail jobs and moving to the big city. I impart what wisdom I can.

I will miss it though. For all my complaining, I did actually enjoy working at Wal-Mart. If it weren't for the stretches of boredom and craptacular pay, I could work there forever. The people are delightful and fun to hang out with. I'll always remember spending New Year's smoking pot with my teenaged colleagues. Actually I don't remember that very well even now. But there will be plenty other fond memories.

I'm headed into the city on Friday. My cousin has agreed to sublet me his apartment on Barrington. So hopefully that will work out.