bitterfig

 Yesterday was my first day back to work after the vacation.  I was on express and my second customer didn’t think the bottle of sake he was buying was ringing up at the right price.  I paged the Specialty Department a couple of times but no one answered so the customer took off to check the price himself leaving me at the register with his half rung up order and a long line of annoyed people. 

I have to get out of there, I really do.

Here’s my brilliant idea, a deadline.  Yesterday was the 20^th of July which means that in two months, the 20^th of September, it will be my second anniversary working at the market.  Except I’m not going to have a second anniversary, I’m going to be gone.   Ideally I’ll have another job by then but if not I’ll just make a leap of faith and be uninsured and live off my savings or my mutual fund or my parents until I find something. 

Of course I may just be thinking this way because I have a 6:30 a.m. All Store Team Meeting to look forward to tomorrow morning and because I still feel like crap from my lovely vacation (details on that later).  I figure I’ll try actually eating at maintenance level for someone my size with no skimping on food to balance out the calories in alcoholic beverages and see if my job seems quite so unbearable then (I’ll also be in much better condition to attempt job hunting).