Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Hola amigos. What’s the lowdown? I know it’s been a long time since I rapped at ya, but I’ve been letting the crap pile up on me and this was the last thing on my mind. Moving always does that to me.

Now I work in a different store and it’s definitely not like The First Store. First of all, it’s a classier joint but fuck me if everyone’s story is worse. Almost everyone I’ve talked to so far is even more depressing. Summer job turned to full-time for the past ten years. Working through a divorce. Got an MBA but still working here. What the hell?

Secondly, I have less responsibilities. It’s a big store so all the roles get divided up. This means there’s less to do on my part which makes me feel less in control of my life. Maybe I am a control-hungry freak. Floor still looks like shit though, since the “recovery crews” only work in the morning. And then management still wants us to clean up although we don’t have folding boards or anything.

In a weird way I miss my old job, even though I like my new city. Must. Find. Non-retail. Job.