Last Day
Today is my last day at work. My last day before my vacation start and my last day with the company. I am happy to be starting my vacation. I needed one. I will miss the people I worked with. Especially, James crazy self.
I will not miss the drive in the crazy traffic. I will not miss the calls. I will miss my co-workers and the paycheck for bills. But life changes and you have to keep moving.
I will be starting to pack tonight. Which is going to suck. I am trying to figure out how not to bring lots of items to my mom’s one bedroom place. I will be there for almost 3 weeks. I think its impossible. I am dreading the drive Saturday morning. I am already wishing it over. I am nervous the whole time up there. I do it all again the whole time back. It’s bad on my body. I hope the roads are not bad between here and there.
I have gotten tires and need to get that oil change and tune-up today or tomorrow. My manager is being a hard ass and trying to make me stay all day because its technically not my last day, just a vacation. But who cares! Anywho…back to getting stuff done.
I’ll miss you Tinamarie!
But I totally believe you should just pack up your desk, and slowly start taking “bathroom breaks” to carry stuff out to your car. Then just disappear in the middle of the afternoon. If anyone asks later, get a couple friends to say they saw you sick in the bathroom all afternoon. You’re free!