January 28, 2009

THE END OF AN ERA

I case you were sitting on the edge of your chair in anticipation (snort), I did go ahead and resign from my job. I will not be staying on in a more generic capacity; I will finish out the remaining three weeks of this job and then say my goodbyes.

With karmic timing, more foam houses arrived this week, so I will be making Easter-themed castles. But I plan to smile while I do it, because I have gotten darned good at it. I am a quick-draw with that glue gun these days. It will be my last hurrah there at the store.

And as much as I hated that foam when I first started, I think I will miss it, in a small way.

Not enough to buy one though.

Posted by Sarah at January 28, 2009 04:37 PM | TrackBack
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Do you realize how painful it was to try to sleep on the edge of my chair last night? Unlike Allah, you are so unmerciful. My behind hurts. You think I'm going to let you get away with this? Most certainly not! I need a lawyer! Guaaard Wife!

I am a quick-draw with that glue gun these days.

I envision you in a cowgirl outfit, spinning a glue gun in one hand and a bullet gun in the other.

It will be my last hurrah there at the store.

Have a fun, foam-filled finale!

Posted by: Amritas at January 28, 2009 05:58 PM

I think this is just opening you up for some bigger, better opportunity as yet unknown ;-)

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at January 28, 2009 07:21 PM

The foam houses make me snort every time. We're getting an Ikea bookshelf that was advertised to take 3 hours to build. I will be out of the house for at least 3 hours. Maybe you can send me a foam house and I can get frustrated and stomp my feet with hubs.

Seriously, sorry you are out of a job again. It sounds like the right thing to do though.

Posted by: Sara at January 28, 2009 09:44 PM

I'm glad there has been some resolution, although I would encourage you to remain glue gun qualified. You never know when that type of skill will be necessary and if you can wield one with great accuracy, you are ahead of the game. :)

I'm sorry that this did not work out the way it should have, but I'm glad that I'm now officially the most unfortunate person job-wise. :) It makes for good cocktail party conversation...if I could afford cocktails...or a party.

Posted by: Guard Wife at January 28, 2009 10:32 PM

Take the pieces of one to the shooting range and blow them to little pieces :-)

Posted by: Barb at January 30, 2009 01:15 AM