One more night of work

I go in for my last night at CVS tonight. These last eight months have been interesting. I am glad to be leaving this job, but I also find myself wanting to see things through. We have been embarking on a big task that I will not be a part of beyond tonight, and I know I would be promoted in a heartbeat if I were to stay. I have gained the respect of my manager and many other people at this store, I have also made a bond with one person there that I will be incredibly sad to lose. I have been very fortunate to have been given this job, and even more fortunate to have been treated so well by some of these people, even though the work atmosphere is harsh, to put it lightly, and kindness is infrequent. I have been acknowledged. How swell. There are now a few people who understand the hard work and intelligence I can bring to a retail operation... I never would have guessed that I would take to this so well. I am here, tooting my own horn, because I am confidant in my abilities. What a feeling. Now the hard part, life. I need to find a new job, and an apartment in Los Angeles. No matter how well I did at CVS, there is little this will get me outside of that store.
It will certainly be nice to be awake for the sunny afternoons, I have missed these dearly. I am very tired as I write this, which may account for the sentimental feeling I have, but I would not like to be well rested without that feeling. I think I am in love with everyone... not really... but a little bit. I would like to tell a short story. There is a lady who works in the beauty department at my store. She gets very little work done, and it is constantly a problem. Her products pile up with no place to go and our whole back room is cluttered with merchandise. Myself and my supervisor cleaned up a large section of the back room, including the area where her overstock is kept. After she saw the results of our work she was elated. This was two nights ago. This morning when she came in to work we were there and she was all smiles, wishing us a happy Thanksgiving, and simply appreciating what we had done. We have both said terrible things about this woman because of her work, or lack thereof.
Another story: There is an evening supervisor who is not a bad worker, but he does not supervise as well as he should. He makes our work harder by letting his crew run around like monkeys. Last night when I went in to work I spoke to him harshly because it was irritating to have him upset about a coke delivery I accepted, so I explained to him that he should get his workers to do the things that need to be done, and not just get upset when they are not done... I am failing to explain this properly, but the point is that I yelled a little at him. This guy is notorious for talking way too long, so the supervisor I work with basically ended the conversation having us both walk away. As we were walking out we said we were going to go get to work and he responded with a heartfelt goodbye. He is a nice guy, and I wish him well, but it is not that great to work with him... or to work after him, really. This guy is hilarious though... mostly in a completely unintentional way. I've had many conversations about him, and how he needs some cameras pointed at him around the clock for a reality show. You'd watch, trust me.
I have learned a lot about dealing with people, working with people, that I never could have learned without this experience. Life is sometimes slightly interesting.