After 4 years of serving my local community our sporting goods store closed it's doors for good last sunday and officially ceased to be, today. As the longest employed with the company I'm kind of sad to see my once amazing shoe department reduced to a barren wall with ghosts of memories tucked away in the darkness that came after we left. We loaded up the remainder of our fixtures into the semi this morning and I'm very sore, my shoulder's are killing me right now.
Of the 15 or so original staff, only 5 of us remained until the end. Many of them quit the final day we were open, the rest slowly as we progressed to the closing date. Unfortunately we lost one our own during the course of the day as filing cabinet viciously cut his hand to the wrist, and sending him to the emergency room by the time noon rolled around. So we were left with two managers, our cashier, and myself finishing out the closing with help of 8 others from local temp agencies to finish loading the semi. By 1:30 we locked and set the alarm for the last time, our district manager chaining the doors shut. Come Monday it will be a Halloween store, with little indication of what was once there.
The sign above footwear was still barely visible from where the glue had taken the paint. The logo outside was painted over since they put the lighted sign up several years ago. The only way you knew counters and shelving units were there is by the 20 year grime that built up along the edges, which had to be broken by hammer to free some of the fixtures. Now the backroom is barren and a few stray bolts anchored into the concrete indicated where our merchandise had been.
By 2 o' clock, we said our goodbyes and parted ways, with one manager going back to California and the other being transferred to the Dallas location to help them close out. We hope to keep in touch as much as we humanly can. As for me, I'm still working on admissions for school. The only severance I received was the paychecks for the last two weeks, I'm just grateful I got anything from this experience.
I found myself nostalgic, especially the first months of employment. I remember vividly bending down to retrieve a shoe to display when the bottom of my pants gave out (most likely strained to death by my ladder gymnastics). I stapled the hole shut with 3 hours remaining in my shift and it only held for 20 minutes. To make matters even funnier, I parked my car the furthest from the door. It was a long awkward walk back to my car.
Tomorrow is a new day. And time for an oil change XDDDDDDD.