I Can See Clearly Now…

I identify as a big fucking problem if you’re a transphobe.

As I was covering the entrance door for a break and a procedure, Peg walked by with a small pile of bills in her hand. She mentioned that she was taking up a collection for Pam.

Pam is leaving. She is going back to her original store. She’s not going to be at mine anymore. I don’t know when this will happen. I just know that it’s happening.

There’s going to be an opening in Member Service. I’m thinking that when it’s posted, I’m going to apply for it. I might actually have a decent chance at it.

I also won’t have to worry about possible complaints from my other coworkers. Everybody else knows that I don’t drive and they don’t have a problem with it. It was only Pam who had the Huge Fucking Problem with it.

So I might actually have a chance at the doors. I just don’t know if I can handle eight hours a day. This getting older thing is not for the faint of heart.

But we’re saying goodbye to Pam. I really don’t know how I feel about that.

She did help with our store opening. But she was problematic and that’s being polite. I mean, she waited two months after Dennis’s death to start throwing a tantrum about me not doing Lot Duty. She pretty much insisted that Dennis do Lot Duty for a night but management put a stop to that once they realized it was his wife who was behind the wheel and she wasn’t a Costco employee. Literally everyone else doesn’t give a shit that I don’t have a driver’s license except for Pam. She’s the only one, because she doesn’t want to do Lot Duty at all. She’s all for “fairness” but only if it benefits her.

I feel bad for those in Member Service at her old store. They are going to hate their lives for a while.

But it doesn’t matter to me. It should, but it doesn’t. I just hope things will turn out for the better in my case.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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