The Day I Thought Would Never Come

Well kids, it seems the believed impossible has occurred. After a ridiculously long and horrible five years of crazy, shanty, toothless, illiterate yokels. I am finally, FINALLY able to quit Canadian Tire. With the September term at Sheridan looming, I’ve spent this summer attempting to get my ducks in a row. I found a place to live, paid my tuition, got a computer, but was starting to mildly panic about my job situation for two reasons:

1. I get crazy panicked and nervous during interviews
2. I had been living in the intense fear and anxiety that I would never actually be able to leave the absolute hell or the ‘red prison’ (as my friend and ex-co-worker Dana kindly referred to it).

I received a call from Bluenotes, a store in the Oakville Place Mall, and I was very excited. I enjoy shopping there, it had the potential for discounts and the obvious benefit of me being able to fuccccking quit! The very nice girl who interviewed me hired me on the spot and I honestly could not stop smiling for the remainder of the day.

So it seems it’s all coming together. I’m extremely excited but a little nervous. I know Oakville it’s practically a stone throws distance from Hamilton, but without my “posse” (what little one that may be), it may be a little lonely. But back to the job issue…

I WISH I could explain the absolute horror that has been my years at Canadian Tire. The retail establishment itself is not bad, it honestly is just like everywhere else. But I can only compare the managers of my store to that of completely irrational, ridiculous and often dumb people. Rules about uniform and not being able to wear a vest without long sleeves, hiding scanners and keys on you when you’ve accidentally left them somewhere so that you spring into a panic as punishment, and incredibly astounding amount of lies and gossip that I cannot even begin to comprehend.

My boss. There are no words. She may be the single most miserable person I know. I’ve never seen such a small woman carry so much rage and bitter evil hatred for others as she spews when the mood strikes her. The worst part being you can never predict when the mood will strike. When she decides it she can be nice and funny, you temporarily forget about the evilness until it rears its head at you. She’s the person I always walked away from wondering what she’d say about me when I wasn’t listening. After this 5 year egg shell limbo, I’m finally dancing my way out after much urging from friends Brent and Matt. And much doubt that I ever would from fellow employees. To them I say, fuck yah!