The Last Day

I was taken out for my last meal today. 8 1/2 years at the same workplace and you begin to make roots. Leave and try to pull those roots up and I don’t care what anyone says, it hurts.

I’m not going to get all sappy, but I have a pit in my stomach. I’m going to miss this place and the people here.

I hope tomorrow goes well.


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