Today was my last day of work. I did good until I was leaving and saying goodbye to people. And then I started to bawl. I cried on my way to my sister's house too. I absolutely hated that job but I'll miss so many people. I also got a beautiful bouquet of long-stem roses and a box of chocolates from Vera. I wonder what it says on the box because it's all in Russian. I also got lilies from Margie, a card from Ted and the gang in the bakery and a "We'll Miss You Balloon." And tons of hugs. I still have the urge to cry my eyeballs out. I've never quit a job before so it's all new to me. Especially since I've worked there with the same people for as long as I have.
An era has ended. Time for something new.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Soon, Soon, Soon!
Today is Monday, October 12th. My last day working for Cub Foods, after 8 years and 2 months, is this Saturday. Our plane takes off in 15 days. Right now I don't feel excited, scared nor anxious. Don't worry, it will hit me. It comes in waves.
Thinking about my last day at Cub brings mixed emotions. I was hired in August of 2001 when I was 16. I've worked in 3 different departments, found good, good friends in co-workers and have had to deal with a range of crabby customers. At the end of the day that job sucked and I should have left it a long time ago. But thinking about it makes me a little bit sad. I was talking to my friend Daleen about it and she said "yeah, it's normal to feel sad about it. It's like an era of your life coming to an end." So true. It also has me panicked. I will be unemployed for the first time in 8 years. No income. That freaks me out, like it would anybody. I think I will definitely stop in the Saturday before we leave to say goodbye. People I will miss: Susan, whom I was hired, orientated and worked with in the deli and all of our talk about my 'engagement' to her foxy son, Matthew (still wanna marry him, by the way), Stacy, all of our make-up talk, Ted, Vera, Mike, that dirty-mouthed bitch Amy, Shelly and Lisa. I know there's probably more.
Soon I'll be getting on a plane, flying towards Sydney, Australia to hopefully start a new era in my life. I know I'll be back in 8 months but I will still miss some of thrills and tortures of working at Cub.
Thinking about my last day at Cub brings mixed emotions. I was hired in August of 2001 when I was 16. I've worked in 3 different departments, found good, good friends in co-workers and have had to deal with a range of crabby customers. At the end of the day that job sucked and I should have left it a long time ago. But thinking about it makes me a little bit sad. I was talking to my friend Daleen about it and she said "yeah, it's normal to feel sad about it. It's like an era of your life coming to an end." So true. It also has me panicked. I will be unemployed for the first time in 8 years. No income. That freaks me out, like it would anybody. I think I will definitely stop in the Saturday before we leave to say goodbye. People I will miss: Susan, whom I was hired, orientated and worked with in the deli and all of our talk about my 'engagement' to her foxy son, Matthew (still wanna marry him, by the way), Stacy, all of our make-up talk, Ted, Vera, Mike, that dirty-mouthed bitch Amy, Shelly and Lisa. I know there's probably more.
Soon I'll be getting on a plane, flying towards Sydney, Australia to hopefully start a new era in my life. I know I'll be back in 8 months but I will still miss some of thrills and tortures of working at Cub.
Friday, October 2, 2009
I Am Obsessed With Vintage
Lately, I find myself obsessing about the 40's. The hair, the make-up, the clothes, and of course the shoes! I've been craving more and more knowledge about that decade. I have always been fascinated with those years: life before, during and after the war, the glamourous men and women of the movies, etc.. But more so than lately. I only want to watch movies set in or of that time and I just bought a book about vintage hairstyling. I'm so excited! In cosmetology school, once I got the hang of it, I rocked the fingerwaves and pin curls. Looking through this book though kind of overwhelms me but practice makes perfect so I'm going to try them! Now if only I could find a pair of 40s-esque Spectator Pumps (size 10 please) that would make my life!
Whatever movie I watch, I'm always curious as to how they did the make-up. Sometimes I stare and stare and wonder about the techniques that I have to rewind large parts of the movie because I wasn't really paying attention to the plot. The same goes with hairstyles, especially in movies of the '30s, '40s and '50s. I'm glad I found a how-to book... That ought to keep me busy.
I'm off to watch a movie. Maybe Leave Her to Heaven with the insanely beautiful Gene Tierney? Or Since You Went Away? Or The Palm Beach Story? Or Gilda? Okay this could go on and on...
Whatever movie I watch, I'm always curious as to how they did the make-up. Sometimes I stare and stare and wonder about the techniques that I have to rewind large parts of the movie because I wasn't really paying attention to the plot. The same goes with hairstyles, especially in movies of the '30s, '40s and '50s. I'm glad I found a how-to book... That ought to keep me busy.
I'm off to watch a movie. Maybe Leave Her to Heaven with the insanely beautiful Gene Tierney? Or Since You Went Away? Or The Palm Beach Story? Or Gilda? Okay this could go on and on...
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