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Nine more days, chilluns. Nine more days until I move into my dorm and out of this house which has slowly evolved into a nightmare over the past nine years. Call it teenage angst, but..
9 more days=216 hours=12,960 minutes=777,600 seconds≈Chinese water torture.
But, when compared to..
9 years=3,287.25 days=78,894 hours=4,733,640 minutes=284,018,400 seconds
...it's not so bad. I'm trying to keep things in perspective.
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Last Saturday marked the end of my time at Arby's. I've never been very sentimental regarding work experience (ever), but it was pretty emotional having to cut ties with Arby's. I'm not so much going to miss the job description as I am the people I've grown to love:
Jermaine Matt Eddie Dawn LaShaundra & Ciara Miles [We've known each other since the Reign of Terror (AKA Kiddie College), so you don't really count. But I did give you your own nifty bullet.]
Pam even bought me this really scrumptious cake as a token of her loving affection for me. (She told me that each calorie in that cake signified the number of times I've managed to piss her off in over three years. A pretty conservative estimate if you ask me.) Business was more or less stagnant that afternoon, so we pretty much fucked around for the last two hours. I ventured throughout the store taking pictures and (hysterical) video footage of everyone. Good times shared by all :)
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I drove over to Dad's house Saturday night and stayed through Tuesday evening. It felt good to get away from home, if only for those few short days. What's more, Dad has started keeping my 2 yr-old nephew, Michael, while Jennifer catches up on her clinicals at the hospital. I seriously love this kid. Me. His "Aunt Bit-ney." Michael happened to come across my camera after rummaging through my stuff Monday night.
"PIK-SHURS!!", he screamed. So, "pik-shurs" it was. Lots of "pik-shurs."
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And, alas, I am back home.
I miss Michael. And Arby's.
Such a wonderful thing, this camera. What beautiful memories it captures.
9 more days=216 hours=12,960 minutes=777,600 seconds≈Chinese water torture.
But, when compared to..
9 years=3,287.25 days=78,894 hours=4,733,640 minutes=284,018,400 seconds
...it's not so bad. I'm trying to keep things in perspective.
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Last Saturday marked the end of my time at Arby's. I've never been very sentimental regarding work experience (ever), but it was pretty emotional having to cut ties with Arby's. I'm not so much going to miss the job description as I am the people I've grown to love:
Pam even bought me this really scrumptious cake as a token of her loving affection for me. (She told me that each calorie in that cake signified the number of times I've managed to piss her off in over three years. A pretty conservative estimate if you ask me.) Business was more or less stagnant that afternoon, so we pretty much fucked around for the last two hours. I ventured throughout the store taking pictures and (hysterical) video footage of everyone. Good times shared by all :)
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I drove over to Dad's house Saturday night and stayed through Tuesday evening. It felt good to get away from home, if only for those few short days. What's more, Dad has started keeping my 2 yr-old nephew, Michael, while Jennifer catches up on her clinicals at the hospital. I seriously love this kid. Me. His "Aunt Bit-ney." Michael happened to come across my camera after rummaging through my stuff Monday night.
"PIK-SHURS!!", he screamed. So, "pik-shurs" it was. Lots of "pik-shurs."
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And, alas, I am back home.
I miss Michael. And Arby's.
Such a wonderful thing, this camera. What beautiful memories it captures.