For some reason, I'm back. They called this "flow," well fuck whatever you call it, I'm going insane. Ever since I graduated, I somehow became even more of a loser than then.
I haven't hung out with anyone since my best friend screwed me over. You see, I work at Office Depot. My friend, Tim, moved here from Pennsylvania in 2012. He worked there for like 6 months, we got along. Two metalheads, some even said we looked like brothers. He had a falling out with his girlfriend, so I let him stay at my place for a few days until he could catch a bus back to PA. We played GTA 5, watched Trailer Park Boys, had a beer. This guy was my bro. He moved, I thought, forever.
That day was windy, I think in November. I can remember just standing outside, my hair still wet from the shower, standing outside at my dad's place in Winston. That day was like a funeral. I drove him home, he got his bags, and left.
About a year later I got a facebook message from him. He was coming back! The joy.
So he came back, I got him his job back at the Depot, despite him leaving so erratically and showing up to work drunk once. We continued our friendship.
One night, my manager called me over. My register was like 200 something dollars short (cash obviously). I kind of shit my pants, not because I stole it (Ya dingus) but I knew this-Either Tim or Haley stole it. Haley was pretty much the other Carson of the Depot-still is. She'll probably take my place one day. But anyway. I was conflicted. But my manager trusted me and we went on with our schedules.
About 5 months later I showed up to work. Everyone had this look on their face.
I walk over to Josh, and he asks me if I've heard about Tim. "No." I tell him. Tim was the one friend I've had in a long time that I actually helped him pay rent, with my minimum wage salary, I bought him food, anything I could do to help.
"Well it was Tim. That night, a few months ago, when the register was short. He signed in, stole it, and he also confessed to stealing some other things that had gone missing."
I kind of stood there shocked for a second. "I just figured I'd tell you before anyone else said anything."
I went about my business at the Depot that day, somehow. Some fucking how. I've had a lot of shit shoveled at me, but that day was the worst in history.
Tim never called, texted, messaged, acknowledged me.
A few months later, (We arrive in early 2014) I am a grizzled Depot veteran. A familiar face walks through the door, smiles and fucking waves at me. He heads to Aisle 4, cleaning supplies. He walks out a minute later.
This happens for maybe two weeks. Finally, my General Manager talks to me. "Tim's been stealing hand sanitizer."
My best friend, who I almost lost my job because, was now resorting to hand sanitizer stealing, probably to make hooch or something of that nature. This time, however, I felt no guilt or anything. The next time he came in, he was promptly asked to leave, in front of his girlfriend, who he had been telling he was getting "headphones from Carson."
So that's one of many stories that have happened since graduation. Maybe I'll tell you more, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll write some more short stories. Who knows...
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