I couldn't type much for my blog today, I was training the new girl. She's awesome. I feel secure leaving my dysfunctional family to her for however many days/months/she's going to be there.
But I couldn't email, surf and read the news like I usually do. So I'm actually at home and blogging from here. It's odd, John likes to tell me about his pinewood derby car while I"m trying to write.
It's weird, I'm going to miss that little place. I'm going to miss the clapping in the morning, I'm going to miss them singing "We love Margaret" to the tune of "I want candy". I'm going to miss taunting 22 year olds because I can. I"m going to miss the safety of knowing what you're doing every day, and knowing that nothing will be thrown at you that you won't know what to do with. I'll miss my guys in the convienience store downstairs. I'll miss going to lunch with my brother and friends from time to time. I'll miss the excellent birthday cakes we get, and I'll miss the all around craziness from working anywhere and getting to know the people as well as I have.
I will NOT miss, the 22 year olds everywhere I turn. I will not miss the mind numbing work day in and day out, and finally, you all know the answer to this, finally, I will not miss the effing phones.
I'll write down how it goes, how the new job is, how my new art deco class is this weekend and how the wedding of a high school friend goes. (I will be seeing almost all of my friends from so long ago, it's been years, but I'm adorable, so it'll be fine).
RIP Effing phones, RIP
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