And so the sun sets on my life of convenience. One year and a few months in change. So, how does one sum up an experience such as the one I've had during my tenure as a till-tending halfwit? I'm not sure.

Yes, I'm in a state of full-on retrospect and I don't really know what to say. I still have one week left before my "new" life begins, and work has been a bit rough lately, due to an almost wholesale turnover of staff which has coincidentally coincided with my departure. As such, my final days will be spent training the new brood, and I find myself straining to maintain the requisite decorum of a teacher. My job has been second nature to me for quite some time, performed almost unconsciously.

The fact is, there really isn't much to working in a convenience store (no kidding), but a job well done is still a job well done. Most people don't give a shit and for the most part I don't blame them; a culture which promotes the glorification of the individual to the detriment of the simple notion of community is bound to produce delusional, self-absorbed folks. I'm no different. We can't help it, so just return us the favour of indifference as we pass you on the street, a dark alley behind a club at 2:30 in the morning on a Tuesday night, or in the electrical aisle of your local(tm) Canadian Tire.

Just let us shop in peace, for the love of God.