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I'm looking at the beeswax candle that melted into a weird pile on my dresser.
I need to straighten my bangs a bit, but overall it went quite nice.
Today I need to softly but firmly verbally bitchslap my manager and bend him to my iron will. I've given my notice, and been very nice about covering shifts and whatnot, but I know goddamn well he plans to make me work the weekend before I start my new job.
Not. Happening. Period.
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That was less painful than expected. I don't know if it's my charming nature or the honeyjar. :P