crystal bee loses job. again.
many of you may remember the last time i lost my jarb which was at a northwest shoe store chain that went out business last september where i was a buyer and manager. i have been managing another local shoe store since then. but they went out business yesterday due to super ‘tarded out and most likely cross-eyed landlords who like to sit behind their desks and wave pens held stiffly in their fisted hands while making screechy banchee noises. occasionally papers fly through the air and they write something on it, something that lacks sense or reason. then they give their keyboard a couple hammer curl pounds, spill their coffee down the front of their shirt, shit their pants, pack up their briefcase and gtfo for the weekend. that’s what i imagine anywayskies.
next job? casino cooler. obviously.
i made out of there with eleven pairs of shoes, boots and sandals. that oughta hold me over for a couple months. but after that *twitches* i’m not really sure what will happen to me.
The loss of a job stings at first but then later you look back and say “fuck that place.”
You will be fine. Hold me to it.
With your choice of head garb, I’d say move to Poulsbo, directly north of me and get a job in one of their Scandinavian jewelry shops. Preferably the one with the full chainmail head-dress in the window, please. Discount!