My work day today was a different sort of trip all together. Melancholy, fun, exciting, sad. It was all of those things. It was my last full day at the Maple Rd. Plum Market, a place I have worked for 6 and a half years. It may not sound like much to some people, but it is, by far, the longest I have worked anywhere in my life, and I have absolutely LOVED working there. Mostly it’s because I love the people I work with, but I also really sincerely enjoy doing my job. For the entire time I’ve been at Plum, and most of the time I was at my previous job (A place called Bello Vino) I have been a buyer, which is, in many ways, the perfect job for me. Being a buyer involves a lot of different things, such as talking to vendors, using bizarre electronic ordering devices, talking to people on the phone, throwing stock, merchandising product (which is not the same as stocking, by the way) ,messing around on computers, and of course a certain amount of goofing off (which is, of course, a requirement of every job, otherwise what’s the point?) Basically it all boils down to this: I get to spend a bunch of someone else’s money! (And that’s awesome.)
Wait a minute, I think I already said all that. Oh that’s RIGHT! I already had my “last day” at Plum Market (Maple Road Edition). It was two weeks ago today. Then I had over a week off, during which time (On Wednesday I believe) I was called and informed they weren’t going to be ready for me yet at the new location for another week. Therefore all my teary eyed heartfelt good byes had been a lie. “Just kidding!”
But seriously folks, my second last day was pretty awesome. First and most importantly I got another round of “Good Bye Hugs” from all the cute girls that I work with, and let’s face it. there’s never anything wrong with that. I spent most of my 8 hour shift “training my replacement” and since my job really wasn’t ever that hard to begin with, that meant shooting the shit about my favorite movies and music throughout my entire shift, while casually pointing out various methods with which to make the “work” even easier.
I got to leave Plum Market for awhile to go pick up the company van (with which I will be driving myself to and from training for the next couple of weeks) Ever the conniver, I used this golden opportunity to pick up pizzas and crazy bread at Little Caesars to bring back and share with my co workers, and stopped by a local Kroger where I had noticed several of our shopping carts hanging out a few days earlier. (I stopped to pick them up with the company van.) The unruly carts bounced back and forth in the back of the van the whole way, and at one point, when I pulled up to a stop light with motherfuckers tailing my ass the whole way, I became convinced I hadn’t actually closed the back door tight enough, and for sure somebody was going to get a shopping cart surprise through their windshield. (Unfortunately this did not happen. I was actually kind of disappointed, as it would have been hilarious and well deserved.)
So I had to make do with showing back up to my last hour of work with a shit ton of free pizza for everybody. (Well it wasn’t actually “free.” I mean I had to pay for it after all. But nobody else did. One person gave me a dollar. That was awesome. I used it to buy a candy bar later.)
I did the same thing two weeks ago on my other “Last Day.” People asked if we were going to have a pizza party on all my “last days.” I said “Of course we are!” Alas, I’m pretty sure this was, in fact the last day, as I was officially given the keys to the company van, with which I am to begin driving myself to and from the training sessions for my position in the new store in a couple weeks. (So I guess it’s official.)
I left work at noon, with as little fanfare as possible. (I’d had enough of that already) I came home and took a nap on the couch, during which time I had two cats sleeping on me, which I have no complaints about. (They make good pets, and they make even better blankets)
A few hours later I was called back to have a beer with a good friend I have worked with there for a few years now. (It’s sort of a tradition.) I had one of these and it was amazing.
And now i’m back in my apartment drinking White Russians, the drink of choice for the evening. I plan to continue doing so until I puke, pass out, or die. (Most likely somewhere in between all those options.)