My life has taken some unexpected turns, some turned out good, some not so good. Part of each have been my own damn fault, part of them caused by things beyond my control. But I’m an eternal optimist, so I know things’ll work out eventually, even though right now it feels like the road I’m travelling on has just been ripped right out from under me.
I got a call from the owners of the Chevron today. They’re a young couple that just bought three of her father’s stores, and they’re struggling to keep them going. We talked for about 45 minutes and I learned a lot more about the retail oil business than I ever intended to. Believe it or not, gas retailers do worse as the prices climb, mainly since most people pay by debit or credit cards, which charge a % of each purchase (anywhere between 1.75% and 2.7% depending on the card), and their margin tends to stay the same.
The upshot of this whole thing is that they needed to cut back on payroll. And although they said what they would really like to do is have me retire from teaching and work there full time, since they couldn’t make the schedule work with my teaching schedule I was getting laid off. The good part is that they had a lot of really nice things to say about my working there, that they hated to have to do this, and that if they were still in business when I retire from teaching 12 years from now, they would love to have me manage one of their stores. And they weren’t just blowing smoke up my skirt, they’ve said stuff like that all along during my 8 year relationship with the store, so it’s not like they just made it up to make me feel better. I told them that even though it sucked, I understood. I’d had to make those same decisions in the 15 years I managed Free Wheeler Pizza stores.
So, looks like I’m gonna be totally broke for the next 3 weeks. Then school will be over and I’m either going to look for another part time job, or maybe a roommate. (Anyone wanna live in Sugarhouse for $400 a month + 1/3 the utilities?)