Labor Day Weekend Barista Apocalypse Fantasy For Your Reading Pleasure

I quit my job two weeks ago today. I gave an 8-week notice because I was the manager and I felt guilty. I left 3 days before my 8 weeks was up. I just walked out. Well, I gave them “my two cents” aka “a piece of my mushy, underdeveloped mind” which sounded something like a garbled “Na-na-na-boo-boo-stick-your-head-in-doo-doo-i-hate-myself-leave-me-alone-im-sorry-goodbye” before I walked out (i.e. hobbled out … Continue reading Labor Day Weekend Barista Apocalypse Fantasy For Your Reading Pleasure