Tonight was my second-to-last day, and everybody who worked with me tonight I won't ever work with them again. General manager Amy, manager Rhiannon, manager-in-training Brandon, compadre Tom...I won't ever get to be in the workplace with them ever again. It's a sobering feeling, and I might not ever see some of them again, because I...feel going back to someplace I used to work at but don't anymore. Tom and I still have each other's e-mail addresses, but he's just about the only guarantee of the whole lot of employees--him and Geoff.
Geoff and I actually are going to be going to D.C.'s on Saturday. He needs a ride there, I have that day off, I've been wanting to go there for some time (don't hit me, agh!)...it all seemed pretty natural that it should go together. I'll likely be exiled by those close to me who read this for going out and country line-dancing...but it's not like I'm an exile already. ;) And a word of forewarning advice to anybody who possibly would go to one of these places or be around these kinds of people: if you make any redneck jokes, you will die. Simple as that; be smart, don't emulate Jeff Foxworthy.
Ian and I likely will stay in touch, being that he and I have gotten along quite well, we both like the same video games and (mostly...) movies, plus if somebody beats you up and throws you over the railing and counter, he definitely is a keeper...um, right?
When all of us were leaving work, I went up to Brandon and told him basically, "It was really great working with you; thanks for everything," and shook hands. I didn't know him for too long of a time, and we didn't get to talk much, but it was still nice and appropriate to say "farewell" like that out in that darkened parking lot. Next Amy followed suit and yelled after me that she had the day off tomorrow and wouldn't see me either, wished me well, and that was it. I turned around and returned the same sentiments...but then realized, "wait, this is Amy!!" She was a special case.... I quickly put down the bag I was carrying and ran over to her, glomping her in the process with a "blawgh!" response. Yeah...that's how I saw her off. Tom meanwhile had gotten into his dad's car and they drove off, so I started walking back to my car.
From the other side of her minivan, Rhiannon called after me. "Hey!" she said. "...take care...all right?" To tell you the truth, this honestly shocked me. While working during my early months there at that Wendy's, she didn't like me. I was able to sort of detect it from her; she couldn't exactly say it or anything, but I could tell there was a hint of annoyance towards me. But since she returned to Wendy's latley from her internship elsewhere, she really seemed to genuinely enjoy my company and liked talking to me. It made me sad inside that things were finally progressing like this and now I was having to say "bye" to everybody...but I suppose those kinds of things need to happen eventually. It's a pity.
I...um, then accidentally dropped my keys and had to search for them in the near-black surroundings, but after I did, I returned the sentiments and told her it was nice working with her, and thanks a lot for everything. I then got in my car...and left.
As I was driving out, I felt sad. This seemed like the appropriate time during a movie in which the person would slowly start breaking down and crying as he drove away, as the camera first zoomed out from an outside shot of the car, as a somber melody began playing...likely some pop song, likely...then it would switch to a fixed inside-the-car shot, a close shot, enough to frame my upper body and have a clear shot of my face, and I would drive...then I would start to look sad...then sadder...then maybe sniffle...then start crying there (real tears!).... But y'know...that didn't happen. I felt down some...pretty somber...but that was basically it.
...and I don't know where my keys went off to, either....
Aw crud! Quick note. I feel really terrible about something that happened earlier. Ryan was supposed to be at work today at 5 in the morning, and I told him he could wake me up and get a ride from me if he needed one, but then when he woke up this morning, I wasn't there. Dagcruddit! ...yeah...just getting that off my chest to you LJ folks.
Anyways, that's it. Thanks all for keeping up-to-date with my life...um, however it might happen. God bless!
This was e-mailed to me by my pal and ex-schoolmate Steph:
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...does the fact you just read an entire paragraph of typoed words disturb anyone else besides me...?