I got a better job, but hung on at CVS for a few months until they could get another shift supervisor. There was back by the big delivery doors, a receiving office. Originally, a manager had worked in there, but ever since before I started there, it was just used for storage.
The last night that I worked there, I took a big marker and went back to the old receiving office. Above the door, I wrote a goodbye message of sorts. This was in late 1993. When I was over at the store in later 2003, a pharmacist who was still there told me he was back in the receving office, and saw my message. He took me back and showed me and we had a good laugh.
Late last year, CVS starting building and all new building in town. The new manager told me they were going to start their move Jan. 16, and open the new store on Feb 5 or so. So earlier this week, I went over with my camera, and she took me back to the old receiving office, and the message was still there. So I got a photo.

My legacy. BUt with CVS not occupying the building anymore, they'll be no one to see it. So now it's here on my blog, or all eternity (give or take a year or two).
POLT = listening to "Be Yourself" by Caleda
My sexual preference is not you. - from a t-shirt seen at Gay Pride


3 comments:
i was 11. thought you'd want to know
you were 11 what? Like when you're maturation stopped, and that's why you'd send a comment like this, like the 49ers, and believe a chick you called a slut was interested in you? Yeah, that's probably it.
ouch, lethal. i stopped maturing at 10, anyway
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