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[Jul. 12th, 2007|04:06 pm]
chris
that I've decided not to stay
I can start to feel me fade away
everything is back where it belongs
I will be beside before long


I think maybe I should make an update. Some things have fundamentally changed.



1.

I quit Subway.

It was a flurry of emotion and flames. I had been working at my new job for a week already and here I was back at Subway slinging sandwiches for subhuman scum. Shalandra stayed long after her shift was over to help me clean, until the boy left, and then she revealed the real reason she had stayed: Amanda had told Dave I had fingered Chere as the culprit in the schedule-changing scandal which was a gross mischaracterization and really upset me. I was already posting my two weeks that day, but that really upset me. Then Britney came in. Britney is shaped like a walrus and has a slimey, snotty, nasal voice that says nothing but uninformed, ignorant things. She reeks of lotion and spray and gives every customer I ever respected an unsanitary, unsavory vibe. She falsified her welfare papers with Amanda's help to get an extra check and she claims all her rented furniture was stolen from her apartment in very suspicious circumstances. She brings beer into work and talks on the phone constantly.

So I called Amanda. She didn't answer, so I left a message. It said that today was my last day, that I was leaving early and that I was sorry. Then I left. That was almost a month ago.

My new job? 2 months ago, a regular customer named William Bloxom approached me with a job offer. He scheduled an interview for me and I was hired on the spot. William is a co-owner of FC Bloxom Company, an organic produce brokerage. I provide desktop support and network administration. I don't know shit about either of these things, but I am doing them anways. It is very easy. It is simple computer stuff. I am finally in the right place. I finally have a real job.

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I don't know if you understand how Earth-shattering it is. I have worked in food service all my life, toiling with a few other dreamers -- well-meaning, friendly people, but mostly the doomed and resigned masses. A few escaped before me, and when the doors opened for them, I could smell the sunshine on the other side.

Now I've escaped. Now I'm free.


more another time maybe.
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