Well, that's the end of that crap. It actually wasn't too bad, but I always get this urge on the last day of work to do something really crazy and leave my mark. I never do because I know I need the reference and if I did anything it would be what my Dad calls "burning bridges," which is no good. It sucks because I had some really good opportunities because by coincidence, my last day happened to be the same day as the three-year anniversary of the restaurant ! I'm not kidding, we had this huge sheet cake with this elaborate frosting with airbrushing. My manager's dress and face were begging to be caked and it would be sweet revenge for her bleach-stain nagging.
But then, just when I thought the day was over, the health inspector showed up. I couldn't believe my luck, they only come once a year! She even asked me to explain how I wash the dishes personally! I could have put them out of business, but that old conscience started up and I knew I didn't have the marbles. Too bad, this would have been a great post.
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