June 16, 2007
This really is it. My timing is still off. Should have given notice way before so this would be the last shift. Damn. Leaving is supposed to be a sad, poignant backwards look: feeling its not so bad after all. Right. My feet aren't nostalgic, my hands are crippled after just a month. This is why I don't do food service gigs anymore. At least I remember now and I'll be way too old on the next cycle to do any work at all let along back to the counter intelligence slavery. Feeling stupid, slow, out of my depth.