Saturday, June 19, 2010

Movin' on up.


Work was different today. It went by much faster, a little too fast. Every hour was a goodbye to someone. Every hour was a recollection of a good memory that had happened in that store. It was nonetheless bittersweet, and I will forever miss these people. This post will be a way for me to remember.


Josh, D.J., Jeff, Dustin, Travis

Josh: The pretty boy, the one with the witty remarks. One of the few people who actually reads this blog, haha. He was hired around the same time I was. A very reliable and kind person.

D.J: The fitness specialist, the giant, and the one who always flakes on everything. The biggest person in our store, but one of the softest hearts around. However, don't ever expect him to attend your events, haha.

Jeff: If you are a girl, he will most likely flirt with you. He is the one who was responsible in recruiting me to Chick's Sporting Goods. He was a long time friend of mine since high school, and he was great manager until Dick's thought otherwise. A very popular kid, but nonetheless very well respected.

Dustin: Our bike technician, and without a doubt the wild card of our team. He will surely bring energy and life to whatever we are doing. Very funny, but also very irresponsible, haha. He isn't very reliable, but he will know how to have a good time.

Travis: Probably the most racist employee we have. From my first day of work to the last, he never fails to come up with new stereotypical remark to say about my eyes, name, family, and culture. lol. However, he seemed the most emotional to see me leave. :(


Heather and Mike

Heather: The sweetheart, and my dance partner at the clubs, haha. She's been here the longest (6 years!). She's very innocent and she speaks her mind. Heather is one the few girls I remember distinctively on my first few days of work (3 years ago).

Mike: The gym rat, and he has the muscles to show it. I have gotten pretty close with this guy over the years. He witnessed me fracturing my tailbone and killing a squirrel from golf. A south park fan, he's fucking cool.


Jacklyn and Marisa

Jacklyn: The pretty, but yet very nonchalant girl. I always get nervous before talking to her, it's a oddity that I still can't explain.

Marisa: My companion and sidekick. She and I will always find things to rant about. We would always have the same shifts, resulting with the same lunch breaks. She was very down to earth.



Mark: The PGA Pro, my supervisor, and my mentor. I grew more knowledgeable in golf all thanks to him. He taught me not only golf lessons, but life lessons. He was very happy to see me move on to do greater things.

There were many friends that I didn't get to see today, so no pictures were available for them.

Erin: The lovable and cheerful one. It seems as though she gets so much bullshit tossed at her, but she manages to always pull through. She was always down for sushi and she has a very similar taste in music as I do. Yea, she's pretty cool.

Erick: The young one, the innocent and goal-oriented kid. I hung out with him outside of work the most due to the fact that we went to the same college. He is very motivated and he will get things done. My partner in crime, and also a huge South Park fan.

Taylor: The one-time lovely model for my photoshoot. She stays true to her beliefs. Very open minded and is very good with making you feel better about yourself. However, her innocence may make her vulnerable to certain realities, and so I wish her the best. She still thinks I named my nephew after her, haha.

Melissa: This girl, I once knocked her out with a baseball on Thanksgiving morning. I would take her home when we would have closing shifts together. It's always a good day at work when we share the same shifts. I'll miss her.

So with that done, my reign of sporting goods stores has come to an end. My role as a golf apprentice is finished. Despite how much I hated it, this place has supported me through school and I would have never met such a colorful bunch of people. On to my new job now, in two days.

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