10 days...

It's interesting that when I think back on 8 years @ RobMay my mind fast-forwards over the 10 hour days, the midnight shifts, the boxes of stock on the dock/in 3 stockrooms/under every table, the rude yelling customers, the disappearing associates, the thieves, the confusion and chaos.... Obviously it's still in my brain, hopefully I can lock those psychologically scaring memories away in a deep dark recess, and keep them buried under less painful and damaging memories like having my wisdom teeth pulled or my first marriage. I know they'll surface some day, triggered by a hanger on the floor at Wal-Mart and I'll have post-retail traumatic disorder flashbacks and start folding every shirt in the store. Some day I'll be in my first classroom, staring at my students on the first day, and instead of seating them by name I'll sort them by color and size, smaller kids in front and hey you two in the third row, switch seats your binders are clashing. Where will I go on a holiday? I'll need to get to the picnic site 3 hours early to make sure the benches are straight and somebody is assigned to restock the condiments when they run low, and of course we can't all eat at the same time, Uncle Fred you're not scheduled for lunch until 3:00!