Wednesday, April 22, 2009


Today was my last day at the dreaded shoe store. 

No more verbally abusive trophy wives, no more forced smiling through my eternal boredom and despair, no more smooth jazz lite rock classic contempo soundtrack ringing in my ears, no more waiting ten minutes for customers to finish their intimate cellular conversations so I can ask them to please slide their credit card the other way, no more staring longingly at shoes I can't afford, no more broken fingernails from organizing shoes all day, no more dirty looks from managers when customers refuse my invitation to join our frequent shopper program...I am free from the soul-sucking hell hole that is--no, WAS!--my job this semester.

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