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Me being harassed at work, by Emily (2003)

Fred (my 100% pure rubberband ball), Fred Jr, and the mysterious Wilma.

So tomorrow is my last day at work. Not only is my throat still sore; now, I have a lump in my throat, as well. Speaking of which, I should get my lumpy, sore, throat to bed because I have a BIG day tomorrow. I've known (planned for) this day, yet I still can't really grasp that it's almost here. If you couldn't tell by the smile on my face, or from my cherished rubberband balls, I truly enjoyed my job. Whether we were scavenging the streets for 35 cent pop, or actually working we always made it fun. I feel so lucky to have had the chance to meet and know so many wonderful people -- they are my Work Family. Therefore, I just have to remember that I'll forever know where they are, and after FOUR YEARS together, it should be easy to find them. Ok, swigging some cough syrup and going to bed before I get weepy on my keyboard. G'night.