Laters, Squishy
Well, tonight was Chad's (manager) last night at our store. While I was not as attached to him as, say, Ron or James, I still liked him a lot, so losing him sorta hurt. He was handing out ChiliHead pins left and right, heh...and then he promised that if I ever needed anything, like a letter of recommendation, he'd be more than willing.
Fuzzy Head, that's FANtastic, that's motivating, don't you DARE snap my ToGo key again--burn it back together and lock the key in the drawer by accident. *snerk* Ambigiously Gay Duo, laser surgery to be permanantly bald, and married to a lady twice his age.
*bittersweet half-smile* I'll miss that miniscule garbage disposal.

Jobness
I'm seriously considering transferring to the Chili's nearest to me (5 minute drive versus 25 minutes), or just getting a full time job elsewhere. My store is falling apart at the seams, and I don't want to be around when it finally collapses. Latoya (another awesome friend who just transferred this week) assured me that management couldn't refuse my transfer, no matter what the circumstances, so...
Mweh. Much praying on this matter. I just can't make heads or tails of it. Or maybe I just don't want to see the answer just yet.