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Carlos Warehouse Chronicle XIII - It's Not The Years, It's The Mileage

So on Friday, 6/17, I quietly celebrated my 14th year anniversary at Costco with the last day of my staycation (vacation time you spend at staying at home) I can safely say, "It's not the years, it's the mileage".

Especially the past 6 months, in terms of change and adaptability aka mileage. You see, I know it seems to have been longer but I'm just north of 6 months at the warehouse. Amazing, huh? Hopefully I've made it look easy while it's been one of the most difficult changes I've ever done.

The job is physical that lends itself to the younger crowd, so the looks from my co-workers when I tell'em that I'm much older than I seem is absolutely priceless. And those facial expression is testament to my ageless mentality.

I read this church sign when I was a teenager that I've incorporated into my life.

Age is nothing but a mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter!

I have had, not one staycation but two, over the past two weeks, because the vacation hours I accumulated needed to be used or lost. I worked too hard to let that happen. I understand it's unheard of to be at any one company for years, let alone 14, in American society nowadays.

To be honest, I really like Costco. Working for them as afforded me opportunities that I'm sure I wouldn't have had otherwise.

Here's hoping for many more years to come!
'los; out

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