My resolve not to cry on my last day lasted right up until Makenzie locked the front door behind me (we were closed, this was not a way of them saying they hate me. e_e; it's normal to lock the door after employees leave). Then I couldn't see too well, the world was rather blurry.
I cried in the parking lot for a good fifteen minutes before finally snapping out of it long enough to dry my eyes and go home. Then I sat in the driveway and just thought for a long time.
I mean, it's not like I'm never gonna see any of 'em again. I can always go and visit if I have time, and maybe they'll rehire me once band is over.
But it's just that... Knowing that now I no longer have a place I can go to and be happy. My work wasn't always easy, and it wasn't always fun (there are some customers who just... need to die... *twitch*). But it made me happy. It made me feel needed. And the people who worked there with me are wonderful. Hell, most of them probably know me better than Michael does, just from spending more time with me, talking and hanging out. It's like I suddenly have to leave home and all my friends... the irony is, I'm leaving them to go to my 'real' home and 'friends'.
Oh yeah, one last note - I was pissed when I wrote the entry before this one. For the record, I'm not that great a person. It's a wonder no one's tried to kill me yet. I'm stupid, sarcastic, tactless, awkward, and basically a waste of matter. I just like to fool myself into thinking I'm something near human every now and then.