Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
I don’t want to be a richer man. Just gonna have to be a different man. Time may change me, but I can’t trace time.
Heh, sorry for the David Bowie quotes. I couldn’t resist it.
Today was a difficult day for me. I said my goodbyes and had my exit interview. I am no longer a Wal-Mart associate. I’ll miss the people I worked with and I count this as one of the best jobs I’ve ever had. Wal-Mart is a great place to work, don’t let union naysayers tell you differently.
Tomorrow Lori and I are taking a weekend trip to Oklahoma to look for houses. Hopefully we’ll find a good one and put down a conditional offer or something. On the other end we’re prepping our current house to sell. We bought new carpet, replaced a door, and we’re painting a majority of the house. Hopefully the work we’re doing now will translate into a quick and profitable sell.
One amusing thing happened today, though. I had to go to the Bentonville Police Department to get my fingerprints taken for one of the pieces of paperwork government employees have to fill out. The officer doing the deed took me into an interview room that looks like what you’d think an interview room would look like: cramped, two chairs and a table, a light, and not much else.
The officer was about to get started when he was radioed to go to the detention room. He lept past the desk like TJ Hooker and ran out of the room. He returned a few minutes later and apologied, saying they had a couple of guys in the jail who were kind of rowdy and he thought they were giving the other officer problems. It was kind of amusing but at the same time completely understandable. Apparently those guys had given them some trouble earlier.
Well, more later. Lori and I are off to get some dinner and then get back to work fixing up the house.