"Hey guys. Big gulps huh. Well, see ya later."
Oh you. We've had some delicious times and some horribly lonely times. I just wish it didn't have to end on such a poor note, but hey we can still be friends and all. I'll come by ever so often and maybe get the usual and you'll say hey, but you'll be with another cashier and it will be kind of awkward. He'll have some exotic name like Topher or Lance, and you'll pretend that you're happy without me but oh you won't be. There's no one out there who suffers from degrading spanish comments from employees better than me, or someone who can say, "salsa picante o no picante" better than me. Who knows, maybe I'll start eating some El Balazo around you to make you kind of jealous. I mean maybe I'll see you at a movie sneek preview and you'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy. And I might smile and you'll wave, we'll pretend it's ok, I guess. But the charade it won't last when he's gone, you know, I won't come back. Tehe.
Well that was my celebratory vent on me leavin High Tech Burrito. It wasn't all that bad, it's just a huge relief that I'm leaving. But I do have to say that they do not have a very safe and comfortable working environment. Nothing illegal or anything, it's just uncomfortable and awkward, especially if you don't speak espanol. Oh well.