Today

It's late.  I might be a bit unintelligible.

I realized around 3 this afternoon that I'm actually going to miss PETsMART when I go off to college in, oh, less than 2 months now.  It's a bit ridiculous.  I've been complaining about the job since I got it 20 months ago, and now I realize I'll miss the goddamn thing.  I'm not going to lie--it's a terrible job.  I've asked "What kind of dog do you have?" at least a million times, probably to the same thousand people or so.  It feels like that anyway.  It's this corporate, soulless, dull place.  Where the management expects you to care about things like how store 0367 compares with store 0368, when in fact the entire time you're working you're counting down the hours you have left.  Because it doesn't matter how well you front-face aisle 5; it's just going to be completely fucked up tomorrow night.  But the people are good.  There are some customers (like the old woman and the man with the toupee) who are nice to me.  And really, in 20 months you get good at pushing buttons, and there's some kind of pride in memorizing UPC codes (40040328751: large crickets) and having the 12 times tables in your head up to god knows what now.  But really it's just something that's completely predictable.  PETsMART's been this ball and chain for me for so long I don't know how I'll handle being without it.  I've got about 4 weeks left.  About $400 worth of paychecks.  I turned in my notice last Sunday; the last day of PETsMART for me will be Saturday, September 11. 

At least for awhile.  I might come back next summer.  It's nice to have this open job that you can just sort of come back to if you don't find anything better.  And one I'm good at, although being able to push buttons while answering phones and dealing with customers isn't really that admired of a skill.

I don't know.  Today was a strange PETsMART day.  I spent 7.5 hours there and didn't mind it at all.  I'm sure this faux-nostalgia will wear off once I've gotten some sleep in me.