Once upon a time, ten years ago, I worked shifts in a retail store. One week early, one week late. It was a fun time of life.
At that time I was dating a professional skateboarder-slash-model with a flexible schedule. He used to say that he loved how I always had my beach umbrella in the boot. I remember working a late shift with sea sand in my ears because I'd rolled into work straight from the beach.
How is it that I earned so little and worked so much, yet I was so happy. Have I forgotten something? Was it all that sunshine? The boy? Or the utter lack of serious responsibility?
I sometimes hanker for those store days. Where I'd hang out with my friends while we folded shirts with military precision. Chatting up customers (that's actually how I met the skater) and competing for sales. Merchandising clothes.
Strange how I now choose and develop stock for those stores now. I've been with the company for 11.5 years already. Can you even believe that?
Back to care free and happy. I think it's the sunshine... I need more beach this summer...
