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one week - 2000-08-20
I've been a little quiet and vague regarding the status of my job. Yes, as you know if you read every pocket of this website, I am quitting, and exactly one week from now, I'll be done. Hurrah. The usual questions: Who is replacing me? Dave is being handed the crown, although his kingdom lies in ruin. His court is barren, as they've all abandonned him. New people come in, yet they are selected by a higher power, beyond his control. His castle is under immense construction, of which he has no control. Basically, it is just a namesake. The power of King Kwik Mart dies with my abdication. Why am I abdicating? I have to go to school. Yes, I realize that working at a convenience store and going to school at the same time is quite feasible, yet I needed to leave. The job was getting old, the kingdom getting wrestled from me by an aging emperor, who decides he cares about my province. And basically, I got all i wanted to out of it, which was a greater understanding of myself. You think I worked there for the money? Hah. I worked there for the alone-time. Where am I going? School. Nowhere, really. I'm still living at home. But I thought it would be nice to concentrate on school, and my social life. I don't really need my alone time as much. What are you leaving behind? My retired legacy. I am the last of the Kool Kwik Martyrs. I am dying for the sins of Dave and others who did not believe in my legacy. Dave inherits his deserved legacy, but because of his actions, gets none of the glory or status (or lasses of purity true). I am the final king to wield any power... When are you leaving? Next Saturday. On that day, I train a new member of the court, and I clean my stuff out from under the counter: My bible, my ketchup, my calendar of studies from U of W for '98-'99, my box of CDs in the bathroom, my toothbrush, and likely some hidden stashes of cigarettes from years past. How can you afford this? The King sells his soul to the bank... Basically, it has been a marvellous year. Financially, it has sucked a lot of hairy asses, but emotionally and spiritually, it kicks those very asses. I was a mess at the end of high school, and needed a lot of time to put myself together, but I really couldn't do that how I wanted to with family and friends constantly around... So I decided to spend a good portion of most days in isolation with only some Hostess and Nestle products. To make a long story short, everyday I examined a particular facet of my life, and I gave it an enema. I cleaned it off and straighted it out, and I put it back feeling healthy and refreshed. After fourteen months the puzzle that is any young adult has been put together quite well, with only a few pieces missing. Those, really, can't be located until later. So I give great thanks to my job, and leaving it will be sadder than anyone could imagine... As I lose my sanctuary, hoping that I won't need to re-piece the puzzle again in the near future...
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