Wednesday, May 26, 2004
At work I trained my replacement, an older fellow named Delayne. He rolled the dough well, and I let him roll most of it himself (which I did not do when I trained Christina and Little Mikey). I open for the last time tomorrow. I'll train Delayne again, which means I shan't have much work to do myself. Ausgezeichnet.at 12:48 PM
People at work ask me if I am excited to return home. Frankly, I am quite indifferent, as far as concerns my family. I do miss my old friends, but I know I won't see them much, because I'll work and they'll work (most of them- the ones who aren't filthy rich). Beyond work, I won't have much to do until school starts, wherever that ends up being. I am considering taking clarinet lessons at my old place of employment/place where I took piano, if they are adaptable to my work schedule. I feel mildly guilty about hauling my mother's thirty-three year-old Bundy clarinet everywhere, but never playing it.
Diet Coke with Lime tastes sort of good.
