To my store:

Well, store, it's you and me now. I'll treat you well if you treat me well. I'll make sure you're vaccuumed and dusted and swept. I'll stand up for you if you're badmouthed by other stores. I'll make you a fun place to work, and I'll make sure you run smoothly. All I ask in return is for you to keep my retention and repurchase numbers up, and for the bitchy customers to be a little less bitchy upon entering you.

I'll be filling you with quality employees by the end of next week, and we will have the best team ever! You, me, Nan, and the Padawans... it will be great! Just help keep my stress level to a minimum.

I love you, store. :)

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So, yeah, it was Susan's last day. My Padawan braid has been severed and now I am the master. The thought is a little overwhelming. One minute I have a manager, the next minute I am that manager. Suddenly the responsibilities I've taken on over the past month are real - these are things I'm going to be doing for real. It's not like I can't call Susan if I have questions, or can't call my DM, but it's on my shoulders now. And Susan gave me such glowing praise to Michelle... that's a lot to live up to. Heh.

So, yeah. I'm excited and terrified all at once, and it's... wow.