An ArtBin, but No Lightbulbs, or Sandwich Bags: This Is Going to Be an Expensive Resolution

I had a job at MJDesigns when I was in high school. I enjoyed the other kids that worked there, but I couldn't stand my bosses. Yes, I said bosses. Boss A would tell me to do one thing, then Bosses B and C would want to know why I was doing that and not what they wanted me to do. It was ridiculous. I quit.
I still feel a little anxious when I go to that store (it's a Michael's now) because I always seem to see one of my old bosses, Susan. I'm probably being paranoid, but I feel like she gives me an icy stare every time I walk in there. As if she remembers that 17-year-old that left them high and dry in the fall of 1997.
I walked into Michael's today with the stink-eye on my face (for Susan) ready to buy some supplies. I walked out after spending $123 on canvases, Liquin, gesso, and odorless turpentine.
I also came up with a couple of ideas for paintings today. The first one will be a double self-portrait of my younger self poking my 31-year-old self in the face or arm. Now, if I could only execute it.