Last Day at the Warehouse
Last day working in a warehouse. Two years spent by Hudson Yards and Sam didn’t even say goodbye. All things considered, it couldn’t have gone any better. I was exhausted after this last shift but I made it to Fulton St. Station. Wet, of course, it hasn’t stopped raining any of the past seven weekends.
I put in my two weeks notice and Sam only told me that the company would be finding a replacement as soon as possible, and none of my coworkers knew I was leaving. I don’t do well with goodbyes, although truth be told, they’re not really the type to prep a going away party now are they?
I’m not sure what I’ll be doing for the next few weeks, I’ve saved up enough to last me through the end of the year. I think I’ll take a one week “vacation” to sort out my plans for the future and then I’ll start applying for a job. The turnover here is ridiculous, the background checks keep certain kinds of folks away but if it were up to them they’d hire anyone, work them to a demoralizing exhaustion and do it all over with the next batch of unlucky bastards. I may just make the trip out to Philly and hit up Tom and Al and ask if they’ve got anything good going on out there. I haven’t seen the boys since we went to the Blink-182 concert. They owe me a couple of beers.
20 October 2023