i started packing today, even though i have a week left. it's weird sorting through all my personal belongings and discarding clothes, papers, random paraphernalia..
i'm no longer a mall employee. i am also no longer part of the phenomenon known as dollar tree. a bittersweet moment as i left national city with sabrina after close, wearing these aviator glasses (i'm very original) in celebration.
it's the end of an era. seriously. my first "real" job of a year and nine months, over.
it definitely was annoying as all hell but i'll miss the people. jenny blake and her obsession with poison, anti-humanity outlook on life. natalie's hilarious impressions and the few fun times we hung out. sabrina's ditziness, though she means well and we click.
and of course, barb - who could forget barb. one of these years i'm coming back to do a documentary on her.
yeah so i started packing. and now i'm unemployed.
i watched american history x, too. very powerful movie.
seven days and the sky's the limit..
[could i ever have imagined, when i first moved here in seventh grade and was in mr. mack's class with tammi and mary grace and so many others, that they and people i hadn't met and people i wouldn't know for a few years would become so close to me, that five and a half years down the line i'd be living in this strange girl's basement, that parting would be so much more dramatic than anything else in my life? a place that's made me who i am, people who have made me who i am and a strange feeling that this means more to me than i let on or can comprehend at the moment.]
seven days, make it count.