Turns out he was being transferred to another location that needed "fixing". He was told the news two days prior (naturally).
Even though I gave a "soft" two-weeks notice before this and said I'd stay several weeks after that to help show him parts of my job, the store manager asked if I wanted to go ahead and make his last day my last too. I paused for a second and agreed.
It wouldn't make sense for the new store manager to come on board only for me to introduce myself and tell her I'm leaving three weeks later.
It was all a bit abrupt. I only got to say goodbye to those that were working that particular day but this way it's a clean break and there's no drawn-out goodbyes.
I did tear up while gathering my things in my little office space. Nine years working in this place. It's the longest I've held a job and it'll be strange not being in that routine anymore. That's a long time to suddenly not be there, you know?
It was a stressful, thankless job that I loathed (initially) but one I not only endured and survived but eventually mastered and excelled at. I saw old management who were nasty and downright mean to me, replaced with those that were much more appreciative and easier to work with.
I outlasted three store managers, nine assistant store managers, and hundreds of staff that all came and went over the years. Only two coworkers remain that came before me. Everyone else started after me, eventually making me a senior member of the team.
This song was recently playing on the overhead speakers. I felt it was the store singing goodbye to me but also me singing the song to myself:
Three part-time jobs becomes two once more and I now I have the weekends off.
It took almost a decade, but I can finally say I'm free from retail!!