Today is my last day in the office. I start my new gig on Monday. Bosshole waved as he walked out yesterday – goodbye or good luck. Not even a bat of the eye, honestly. There wasn’t much fanfare for someone who worked with me for 13 years. But as a bonus, he did forget something at work and texted me to please bring it to him after my shift ended.
Spoiler alert: I didn’t.
But on to bigger news. I am on my way to being an adult, leaving my job of 13 years and starting a new one.
Know how I know? I just cleaned all my juiceboxes out of the work fridge and shoved them in my bag. Adulthood, here I come.
…but I can bring a juicebox, right?