Places I Remember

Tomorrow's the last day I ever wear a green apron. Oh that reminds me-just a moment I have to take my aprons out of the washer....hmmm, I'm thinking there might be a drainage problem to contend with at some point. Those were some damn effin' wet aprons. Oh well-I'll just leave them hanging on a hook if they're not dry by the time I leave *$ tomorrow. I am SO not stressing about it.
RIGHT-so tomorrow is my last day as a coffee whore. That's fun, is it not. Yeh, I'm all a flutter. It is such a non-event. I'm not leaving on any exciting note or anything fascinating like that. I've always left jobs with such flair and crushing finality and here I am leaving with class. How very unlike me. God, I've really fallen from grace this last year haven't I. Something dangerous and frightening needs to happen soon to fix that dilemma.
Still, there is a certain aspect of my existance that would like to remain in contact with my coffee pals. We are going out for sushi on Sat. That's kewl. If I can break every previous trend of my personality I will see them upon occassion.
Sat. also finds me "driving a bunch of drinks to a fundraiser." I am the first person to choose as a designated driver. I am the soberest person you've ever met. Assuming you are a bartender a a pub 10 feet from the least guarded entrance to a rehab clinic, then I am the most sober person you havev ever met. I pity you then.
Today I was at the "office" doing my thing-which at that point was pretty much just putzing around on the internet. Some people I didn't know showed up and they wanted champagne. Now, this is about at 9am. I have only had champagne maybe 2x in my life. Once was at my cousin's wedding and the second time was when the fam went out on IBM's bill to celebrate Daddy's 25 years with the corporate monstrosity. It has never came into my mind that it should be had at 9am. But, you know, it's a different world...So, course-T had some champagne and he opened it and everyone was drinking. At 9am. And I thought-ah, what the hell. And had me a couple of nips-or two glasses whatever-before going to work. What the fuck anyway-I'm gone from there tomorrow. What're they going to do-fire me?
Going to work tipsy is a bad thing. It feels unpleasant. Acting normal is harder than I care to admit-I had this urge to laugh a lot. And yet, it is kind of funny. Being tipsy before the Tony Danza Show is funny-or maybe the word is sad. I keep getting those 2 mixed up.
And work was dull and uneventful. That's to be expected. Tomorrow I have to be up really fuckin early for the last time. And then school starts. Sorta. The getting to know you, pot luck bullshit starts. School doesn't start until Tuesday.
Oh shite. School starts on Tuesday.
Feck.
Now I have to dedicate a bunch of my energies to be happy about that. Yea, education. Yippee skippee.