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Spring Break: If it were 2003 (we went in 2004 too but 2003 is just…better). I would have woken up to BD’s fast paced footsteps and the sound of a fresh two litre of Coca-Cola being poured into one of the many stolen plastic Holiday Inn cups (the ones with the green cursive writing I like to chew on) full of ice. At 9 AM, it was time for the Golden Girls and then walking up and down the beach. Now: It’s “spring break” I guess and all I have left of those days is 60s on 6.
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This whole, me texting my boss questions that I legitimately have, and her “ignoring me” all of a sudden for whatever reason isn’t sitting very well with me. Especially when I happen to know what’s really going on.
ugh dog farted
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So what am I going to do after July 23rd? 4 months from this Saturday. Ugh. It’s hard to say. However, I think moving to weekends might be fine because then I won’t have all this responsibility. People who work during business hours have to do more coordinating. Actually all coordinating. BUT the thought of leaving is always so cool. Like, to think about OOH I AM Q-U-I-T-T-I-N-G on July 24th. But realistically, I’ll probably stay until fall.
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But then what will I do in fall?? Maybe I should be a CADI worker. Or maybe I’ll go work for a news station.
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Im gonna finish my flat white and watch Mary Tyler Moore
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