Last Day...Part 2: Electric Boogaloo...

Oh god will this night end? Sheesh I was hoping that they would walk me out, box up my stuff and tell me to get off prem before 5...apparently they want me to work the last 11 hours. Now I'm the person with tears in his eyes from the sheer pain of how long I'm having to endure this trainwreck of a company. Bleah. More to follow...perhaps I'll need a few drinks first...