As many of you, if not all of you, know, I've spent the past 8 months of my life slaving away at Hollister. Succumbing to the allure of a job and quite frankly a steady paycheck, I went against everything I stood for in terms of individuality and self-expression by applying for and accepting a job there. Ever since then, I've done little more than complain about the job, some of my co-workers, the hours, the (in general) poor taste in music, and more.
Now, six days before I head up North to begin my career as a bonifide college student, I end my time as a Model for that 'great' company, and I find my reaction to be bittersweet. Sure, I still think the clothes are poorly made, and that it is rediculous to pay that price for a shirt that will have at least one hole in it after one days wear simply because of the logo emblazoned on the front. No, I will not regret leaving behind the endless hours of Paramore and the like. I will, however, miss the people, especially our managers (yes, even Erika a little bit). They were a good group, and John really is a great guy. While I had gone into this evening fully intending to never look back, condemning my time at Hollister to a minor footnote in the soon to be long, illustrious history of the One and Only Becca, I'm coming to second guess that. It also doesn't help when your head manager (who is by no means hard on the eyes) gives you a hug as you say bye for the last time and tells you to come back as soon as you can. No, I won't use Hollister as a main job next summer, not unless I cannot find work elsewhere, but if John, Vince, and/or Matt are still there next summer, who knows. It would be a nice second job, with the discount and company an extra bonus.
For now, however, this chapter in the book of the One and Only Becca has come to a close.Au revoir John and crew, who knows, we may yet meet again! Duhn Duhn DUUUUH!!!!
