I gave my two week notice today, then I cried.

Yeah, I know. It was something, I gave it to my boss, and he said something like you're more than a worker to me, you're a friend ... something and asked for a hug, which I said OK. And he hugged me and did that man squeeze thing - that my dad does...and it's like fuck. I got teary eyed then.

Then my other boss told me congrats and she looked teary eyed and hugged me and then I lost it...and told everyone else in the office. I was a mess...I sobbed out..."I hate saying goodbyeeee" and tried to contain my tears ... and finally got a hold of myself.

Now I have a nasty headache.

So well I bawk and moan about my job and say I hate my boss, but now it's like leaving family. I've never been so LOVED by my co-workers before. I mean truly, feel like I was needed and will be missed. It's a good feeling. Plus to be told I can come back whenever, that's something in today's world. So I thank God for this, thank everyone for this feeling, opportunity...etc. It's like THANK YOU.

So I got EVERYTHING done today! ;) I just need my Fed-ex thingy, then mail that down ... er ... then wait for the OK and change my flight around.

I got my passport ready to go, oh my. That was something to get, I had to take an oath or something. Er. Ok. So I should receive that in 6 weeks they say.

Anyway, I haven't heard from the Dizzy guy! fuck! HELLO....I'm sitting here like where is he? He's making me feel weriod.

I keep thinking that they found out about my college program drop-out past. I can't recall if when I left if they told me I can never work for Dizzy again....or just the college program.

Fuck.

I don't see why that would matter, I was a kid then, that was 3 years ago, and this time, this is a JOB, it's my career. It's not selling tickets or keeping kids from running at that mouse, no, this is my life.

So I don't think that would matter, not that I've gone this far ... now that I quit (they TOLD ME TO) ... gotten these doctor exams ... passport, background checks. No, it's to far now isn't it?

I am quite the paranoid girl, yes I am.

Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out if I should go grocery shoppin' here or go shoppin' nearer to home. It's snowing so fucking BAD. They don't plow here and it makes me happy that I'm leaving. I seriously hate snow here because the fact THEY DON'T PLOW.

The don't plow until later...like midnight or something when it's stupid. Now, it's like driving in mush, like driving in cold creme of wheat. Asses. My car already slipped around a corner, it wasn't too happy.

I've been testing out my anti-lock brakes...it gives me a certain thrill to do that. Not that if my car began to slip I could USE them since it would send me car spinning - which I did last winter around a curve? I went sideways down a busy street, thank God I didn't hit anyone. Geez huh.

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