Last Day at ABC
So it's my last shift at ABC and I really loved working here. I will miss the people most of all: my sociopathic boss Patrick, my friend Anwulika...(Anwulika/Anasuya: how could we NOT be friends?) among many others.
There is a rumor of a bottle of something chilling in the fridge, but I feel giddy enough. Why is it that the last day of anything engenders that sort of feeling?
Any tips for how to drink champagne at 7 am?
Update: It was very nice Moet Chandon Rose--so girly, thanks Patrick! And now I am buzzed at work...