I just finished my last shift at work MAcys Watch Repair today.

My last injury is a cut under my cuticle from a fake Louis Vuitton owned by a lady from Siberia.

I was testing to see if the seal was tight after I was done. And it was tight. Tight enough to slip under my nail and cut me.

Today sucked for a last day. We were really busy. I had to deal with my coworker and the trainee.

The sales daily from the last two nights are undone.

But at the end, in the silence of the store, since I had to stay later to finish the inventory for the night. I felt nostalgic and sad that I was leaving. This is the last time I would be in the store

like this. This is the last time I'll have to worry about any of my work duties. My skillset will wither away. In a way it was fitting that this is how I would leave.

Alone and going down the shut down escalators it felt like a dramatic end to an era of working nights at retail. A moment broken into a mad dash for the door as loss prevention blared over the PA

that the store is being armed and anyone still inside should call in.

I was sad but today was really terrible. I called my manager before I left the store and told him what was left undone. Afterwards he thanked me for my work and I said good luck.

We both agreed that they were going to need it.