Sweet Freedom:
Dear Lovelies, Perhaps we were a little optimistic with the weekly quota. I do have some exciting news however. At last, after four years of day-before schedule changes and missed family gatherings, four years of dirty diapers left on tables and straws thrown at me by irate judges because "I DON'T WANT THIS", four years of pandering to the tantrum-throwing-acid-drooling-teeth-gnashing-mouth-goblin which is the general public on the faint hope that they will tip more than 10%. . . I have put in my notice. THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES (sorry Iris, I meant... um... nope, too excited, sticking with bitches), sweet freedom is soon at hand for your darling Rose! Officially my last day will be August 17th (although emotionally I've already checked out). I am so excited to leave an industry where anyone who walks through the door has the right to order me around for a profession where, if you don't listen to me, you die. Twenty seven days. Ever yours, Rose. ...