As I watched two of my mid 30 year old co-workers scamper about during inventory today, I started to think of their similarities.
They're both single.
They both live alone.
They are both working in retail, in a store that sells shit from stores that doesn't want it anymore.
And they both have little dogs they gush over and love more than life itself.
I chuckled to myself a bit because they both despise one another to a point where they speak about the other right behind their back.
And then it hit me.
Am I going to be the crazy 35 year old retail co-worker with a dog as my closest companion and nothing but co-worker gossip and company policy to keep me going everyday?
I refuse to ever sink that low.
Perhaps I think too highly of myself, but, shit.
I am NOT letting that happen.
8 years ago