nothing lasts forever so, my last day at work. Nobody really cares, least of all me. I have bigger fish to fry: like this master's thesis that lays in the back of mind, dormant and uncooperative. But, a cook I am no more. Maybe for the last time. (Hopefully for the last time.)

A good friend of mine always said "a gig's a gig." But it aint.

I like teaching; it's a much better gig.

And I can't wait to move away. I've had it with this place. But that's for another post.  ¶ 8:07 PM