Friday was my last day at my hateful job. I had a great last day. I practically skipped out of there, and all my fellow workers seemed genuinely sad to see me go. They gave me a nice card and a balloon, and I got some beautiful roses from one of my judges, fresh from his garden. It totally hasn’t hit me yet that I NEVER HAVE TO GO BACK. But maybe after a few days of sleeping in and a nice, extended trip home to see my parents and my grandma for her 87th birthday, it will start to sink in.
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