Today was my last day at Price Chopper and it turns out I worked with a buncha saps. They got me balloons and a weird stuffed animal I mentioned wanting and everybody signed a card for me. It was nice.
All the rabbits where Flapjack came from were Flemish Giants, but Flapjack is only seven pounds. I think she’s a runt. My dreams of living with a dog-sized rabbit just have to be put on hold for a minute, that’s all.
Source: moon monkey, b3ta :D
I put in my two weeks’ notice at work on the 5th so my last day was technically supposed to be a few days ago, but I told my boss I could work a few hours next week to help them get ready for Thanksgiving. Found out today I have to work 8 hour shifts Sunday through Wednesday. Great, perfect, that’s exactly what I meant. Oh, and I’m closing on Wednesday night? That’s fantastic.