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It's been the longest-running (and most frustrating) job I've ever had. With that said, a part of me has grown partial to it...and protective of it.
It seems so insignificant an occurrence now that I'm only there on Sundays but...
Today marks my five-year anniversary working at the arts-and-crafts store!
Now that I'm working full-time at my university job(s), I don't think I'll stay at the store much longer though.
Our latest assistant store manager is being sent to another store this week and the rumor is our store manager will be transferred at the start of the new year.
Soon it will be my time to go too.
But for now…Happy Anniversary, crafts store!!
Here we go again.
While doing the deposit at the crafts store over the weekend, I came across another painted coin.
This time it was a dime and it was painted blue.
The glaze was thin enough where the silver still came through, giving the blue's appearance a lovely metallic quality.
I wonder if I'll find any other colorful coins at work.
Painted money RULES!!
It sat there quietly all these years.
Broken, worn, and marred. A bit like me. Perhaps that's why I've kept it for so long.
We have this vintage yellow chair stored away at home. I think my father brought it from some job-site of his decades ago.
The cushion (long gone flat) is badly discolored--several shades a dingy yellow, with golden-brown blotches scattered about. (The Scotchgard stain-and-soil-resistance label is still stapled on the side. Ha!)
The chair's underside crumbles into a powder where the seat and frame join together.
The wooden back is covered with paint-drips and the left armrest has fallen off (you have to push it back into the nail holes).
But for all its problems, it still functions and serves its purpose.
An old soul that's seen better days.
Most would view it as damaged, laugh at its condition, and not want anything to do with it.
God, I know what that feels like.
I have visited this chair many times. Sometimes to sit on it and ponder things, sometimes to play with the armrest and see how soon it'll dislocate from the rest of the chair, and sometimes just to stare at its charm.
For it has character to it and a story to tell!
I won't be able to take the chair with me when I move next month but hopefully my family holds onto it for me.
There's something very special about that yellow chair.
I knew I was getting closer. That I'd finally be free and on my own.
After looking at multiple places for rent these past couple of months, I finally found one! I signed the lease today.
It's a studio along Lake Shore Drive but spacious for the price. And it has a lovely view of the lake.
But it's not perfect by any means. The kitchenette is tiny and dated and the bathroom is a disappointment but I do believe I can make it work.
And it's located minutes from Boystown so my chances of meeting someone should skyrocket dramatically just from living in that area. We shall see though.
But I do know this will change the trajectory of my life…hopefully for the better.
*happy dance*
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