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My day of ups and downs...
The dread of going to my last shift.
Having Jocelyn Aulf call and ask me to be the Trophy presenter at the Sterlings.
Not being given back what I am always sure to give.
Another addition to the series of "surprises"...even though the "surprises" aren't happening in reality.
Driving to my last shift and dreading the night of work ahead of me.
Ending my last shift by having one of my co-workers distract me outside while we're taking out the garbage, only to have 2 of my other co-workers come up and plant whip cream and caramel sauce in my face, my hair, my hat...basically, whatever was in the path of destruction. Nothing like filling up a "to go" container with whip cream and caramel topping and then slamming it into my face to give me a nice boost on my last day of work. Apparently it's a "traditional Kelsey's going away" thing to do. It happened outside, in the dark, in the rain, and all I could do was laugh and laugh and laugh. My hair was sticky and I smelled like whipped cream on the drive home. It was worth it; it honestly gave me a great last memory. All of those hours in dish, making salads, burning myself on the deep fryer, trying to keep up, having to ask questions to bitchy girls in the back - this took all that away and just let me laugh at myself and at the guys. It gave me a fun last memory at the hell that became Kelsey's. Thanks Neil, Matt and Andre. I'll pay you back in 3 months...
In comedy, things always happen in 3's;
It somehow only proves to emphasize the comedy even more.
So, in my mind, good things happen in 3's.
Dreams, for example;
I've had 2, you've had 1.
A dream is a wish your heart makes.
Just in case you were curious.
The dread of going to my last shift.
Having Jocelyn Aulf call and ask me to be the Trophy presenter at the Sterlings.
Not being given back what I am always sure to give.
Another addition to the series of "surprises"...even though the "surprises" aren't happening in reality.
Driving to my last shift and dreading the night of work ahead of me.
Ending my last shift by having one of my co-workers distract me outside while we're taking out the garbage, only to have 2 of my other co-workers come up and plant whip cream and caramel sauce in my face, my hair, my hat...basically, whatever was in the path of destruction. Nothing like filling up a "to go" container with whip cream and caramel topping and then slamming it into my face to give me a nice boost on my last day of work. Apparently it's a "traditional Kelsey's going away" thing to do. It happened outside, in the dark, in the rain, and all I could do was laugh and laugh and laugh. My hair was sticky and I smelled like whipped cream on the drive home. It was worth it; it honestly gave me a great last memory. All of those hours in dish, making salads, burning myself on the deep fryer, trying to keep up, having to ask questions to bitchy girls in the back - this took all that away and just let me laugh at myself and at the guys. It gave me a fun last memory at the hell that became Kelsey's. Thanks Neil, Matt and Andre. I'll pay you back in 3 months...
In comedy, things always happen in 3's;
It somehow only proves to emphasize the comedy even more.
So, in my mind, good things happen in 3's.
Dreams, for example;
I've had 2, you've had 1.
A dream is a wish your heart makes.
Just in case you were curious.
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