And I’m happy and sad. Because Jay is great.
That random Native American guy with all those amazing indigenous tattoos and ear piercings who periodically comes to chit chat with me about crows and birds. He always leaves little things with me and have the best laughs. He’s awesome. I think his name is harold.
There’s this guy who works on the first floor with me who loves to talk about my Trini roots. It’s great to have someone I can connect with.
Then there’s my tanique. I don’t think anyone in that store gets me like she does. We’ve got this “sistership” thing because we’re on the same page of life. She reminds me so much of Jasmine (are you still on tumblr!? Are you reading this? I miss you). I’d actually hang out with her outside of work. I can’t say that about many of those gals there. But tanique’s my bitch.
And those few but incredibly sweet customers who just happen to pop up with a smile on their face. Love that. Like that lady who shared her godiva chocolate with me because she realized I was starving and stuck with a long line. Or that tall guy with a sick sleeve of tattoos and understood my jovial sarcasm and we totally had a conversation in double-speak.
As much as I H A T E my job, I really enjoy meeting people like them. I guess sears is like a scaled down version of the world. Mostly shitty people with an extreme small percentage who shine and sparkle. Lots of cheaply made items with a few good deals. Theres the tons of backstabbers and fake flakes and whores, sluts and dumbasses but they provide great entertainment. And there’s the parent figures who remind you that there’s more to life than this.
Oh sears. Life well spent.
