The Return
I don't think I've updated this thing in a long time. And maybe I should. It helps me focus on what I've done this summer and it really organizes my brain.
So I'm pretending that my last update was something like 4 or 5 weeks ago. Maybe Monday June 26? Maybe?
Anyways things are finally slowing down. I battled out a rough stretch from June 17 to July 15 where I didn't once have back to back days off. On what I think was June 22 my mother drove me to work like she usually does. With my birthday looming under a week away she popped a question that I really wasn't prepared to answer. What did I want for my birthday? After a few moments of silence as I thought what the heck I wanted, she pulled up at the street corner across from Einstein's. And then it hit me: I wanted to quit for my birthday. Even then I hated having a job. I was tired of being disrespected, I didn't like waking up so early and I didn't care for having to wash my stupid uniform every night. It was all planned out that morning as I went through the motions at Einstein's. On the morning of June 28 I would treat myself to a wonderful present: I would go to the office of my boss and make up an incredible fib. I planned on telling him that I was a late acceptance to the Summer B session at the University of Florida. This summer session started for real on July 3 but I had planned on fibbing that it started the 10th.
I was ready to tell him that my last day could be the 8th. I remember for the next week straight I'd have anybody I was talking to be the boss and I'd tell my lie. I was so used to saying it out loud I could've woke up at 3am and said it with a straight face. But something went wrong. My boss skipped town a day or two before my birthday. Every day wehn I would pull into the store and see him not there I'd say okay... tomorrow. After a while, maybe on the 1st or 2nd of July, I ditched this plan. The replacement boss was kinda cool. Work felt easier. I was able to manage my time better. For some reason I was scheduled to work 7am-1pm instead of the usual 7am-2pm. And after a few trips to the mall I realized how much I liked money. So then I planned on moving my retirement date to July 16, right before I was supposed to go to orientation at UF. With the boss still out of town one day I finally manned up and told myslef to battle it out until the end of the month.
For some reason I gave my boss little notice of my trip I needed to take to Gainesville. He seemed a little skeptical when I told him that I had forgotten it was coming up, but I really didn't care. That was that. Then shortly before I left for the trip, I think it was July 14, I went in to his office to give him notice of my upcoming wisdom tooth surgery. I told him that on the previous day I had gone to see an oral surgeon who ahd told me I would need to have all four of the wisdom teeth taken out on Monday the 31st. He seemed really cool with it, I popped a joke about how I needed to keep my perfect smile beautiful and then that was that.
I went up to Gainesville for Preview, which was exciting but had so many boring stretches. I came home early on the evening of Wednesday the 19th. The next afternoon I called in to ask when I was next scheduled for. For some reason I was given the whole weekend off (was he easing me out of the schedule because of my resignation announcement, or was he purposley trying to cheat me of the opportunity to earn some dollars?). So after not having back to back off days for a month I was given an odd 9 day break, only 2 weeks before I was supposed to leave for good.
Well now the end is really nearing. Today was the last weekday I worked so it meant goodbye for a lot of the regulars who I actually have come to appreciate as the job as worn on. For every 15 people who look at me as some smelly ass teenager who should shut his mouth adn clean up the dining area, I've got a person who knows my name, knows that I'm only working here this summer and that I'm heading off to college. It kind of feels good to occasionally be treated as a real person at work. Seriously.
So Sunday is my big finale. I've had a lot of thoughts about making a scene when I leave. My brother wnats me to take of my hat and toss it to my boss. I kind of want to grab the coffee urn and toss it through the dining area. Ralph suggests I yell (for the customers to hear too) that there's a rat running around.
But I really don't see myself doing anything outlandish. As long as they CTC (cut the check) I really don't care what they've made me do this summer (or what they haven't let me do: touch food, etc). So I work 8am-4pm Sunday and then I'm done for good.
Can't wait!
So I'm pretending that my last update was something like 4 or 5 weeks ago. Maybe Monday June 26? Maybe?
Anyways things are finally slowing down. I battled out a rough stretch from June 17 to July 15 where I didn't once have back to back days off. On what I think was June 22 my mother drove me to work like she usually does. With my birthday looming under a week away she popped a question that I really wasn't prepared to answer. What did I want for my birthday? After a few moments of silence as I thought what the heck I wanted, she pulled up at the street corner across from Einstein's. And then it hit me: I wanted to quit for my birthday. Even then I hated having a job. I was tired of being disrespected, I didn't like waking up so early and I didn't care for having to wash my stupid uniform every night. It was all planned out that morning as I went through the motions at Einstein's. On the morning of June 28 I would treat myself to a wonderful present: I would go to the office of my boss and make up an incredible fib. I planned on telling him that I was a late acceptance to the Summer B session at the University of Florida. This summer session started for real on July 3 but I had planned on fibbing that it started the 10th.
I was ready to tell him that my last day could be the 8th. I remember for the next week straight I'd have anybody I was talking to be the boss and I'd tell my lie. I was so used to saying it out loud I could've woke up at 3am and said it with a straight face. But something went wrong. My boss skipped town a day or two before my birthday. Every day wehn I would pull into the store and see him not there I'd say okay... tomorrow. After a while, maybe on the 1st or 2nd of July, I ditched this plan. The replacement boss was kinda cool. Work felt easier. I was able to manage my time better. For some reason I was scheduled to work 7am-1pm instead of the usual 7am-2pm. And after a few trips to the mall I realized how much I liked money. So then I planned on moving my retirement date to July 16, right before I was supposed to go to orientation at UF. With the boss still out of town one day I finally manned up and told myslef to battle it out until the end of the month.
For some reason I gave my boss little notice of my trip I needed to take to Gainesville. He seemed a little skeptical when I told him that I had forgotten it was coming up, but I really didn't care. That was that. Then shortly before I left for the trip, I think it was July 14, I went in to his office to give him notice of my upcoming wisdom tooth surgery. I told him that on the previous day I had gone to see an oral surgeon who ahd told me I would need to have all four of the wisdom teeth taken out on Monday the 31st. He seemed really cool with it, I popped a joke about how I needed to keep my perfect smile beautiful and then that was that.
I went up to Gainesville for Preview, which was exciting but had so many boring stretches. I came home early on the evening of Wednesday the 19th. The next afternoon I called in to ask when I was next scheduled for. For some reason I was given the whole weekend off (was he easing me out of the schedule because of my resignation announcement, or was he purposley trying to cheat me of the opportunity to earn some dollars?). So after not having back to back off days for a month I was given an odd 9 day break, only 2 weeks before I was supposed to leave for good.
Well now the end is really nearing. Today was the last weekday I worked so it meant goodbye for a lot of the regulars who I actually have come to appreciate as the job as worn on. For every 15 people who look at me as some smelly ass teenager who should shut his mouth adn clean up the dining area, I've got a person who knows my name, knows that I'm only working here this summer and that I'm heading off to college. It kind of feels good to occasionally be treated as a real person at work. Seriously.
So Sunday is my big finale. I've had a lot of thoughts about making a scene when I leave. My brother wnats me to take of my hat and toss it to my boss. I kind of want to grab the coffee urn and toss it through the dining area. Ralph suggests I yell (for the customers to hear too) that there's a rat running around.
But I really don't see myself doing anything outlandish. As long as they CTC (cut the check) I really don't care what they've made me do this summer (or what they haven't let me do: touch food, etc). So I work 8am-4pm Sunday and then I'm done for good.
Can't wait!