poop sock

by Sandra

The party is packing up.  I’m about to pack up my place of employment for the past nine months.  And over time, and in spite of myself, I’ve found I’ve grown to like them quite a bit and really, I don’t wanna leave even though I’ve never really been interested in the work, but then again I could be manufacturing corrugated cardboard boxes and still love it if the people were cool.  And these people are pretty cool.  I find myself in this situation quite a bit — at a job for just enough time to really grow to enjoy and love my fellow co-workers, and then I end up leaving.  It’s crap and it’s my least favorite part about starting school.  The rest of which I’m head-poppingly excited about, but that, alas, is for another post.