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Well, I'm done at Pizza Man. And, if all goes well come April/May, I'm done forever. It's a weird feeling, I guess, I don't know. I complained and whined about the job and about my 16/17-year-old coworkers, but it's hard to say good-bye to a place you've been at for four years. My managers were awesome, Jeff is like a second dad to me, and heck, I know how to do everything there, and know how to do it well.
The end of my reign at Pizza Man is another symbol for my growing up. I'm done with my high school job, it's time to get a real one. I'm not ready for that yet. Between that and this having a house of my own thing, I don't think I'm old enough yet to be a "grown up." My parents certainly don't treat me like one.
Of course I couldn't leave without causing a little mischief. We worked for a good two hours when we should have been working on tickets, customers, and cleaning, making to-go bags. We stacked it 3/4 of the way up the wall, and were planning on going to the ceiling but we ran out of foil. Jess took a picture of me next to the stack holding the cake they got me that said, "See ya" to give to Jeff. He'll miss me, and he knows it.
So now there's nothing standing in my way of living in Springfield again, except, well, Housing and about 10 days.