My summer of indentured servitude at the Cafe is over.
(And none too soon, as I was leaving, one of my co-workers staged a coup, and declared herself Assistant Manager. Under her reign, no one could leave, or close up the restaurant, until we had SOLD OUT OF FOOD.* It was only until after I quit that I found out that said "Assistant Manager" was not the manager at all. If I had found out while I was employed, I would have advised people to stay out of the walk-in freezer for a few days, at least until I had found a new place to stash the body.)
Anyway, I'm done at the Cafe, and I still have a few more days until I start Pseudo-Teaching. And since re-reading Of Mice and Men (the first novel I'm supposed to teach,) isn't taking very long, you can expect to see me haunting you in the blogosphere with astounding frequency. You've been warned.
I also felt the need to tell you that if I am ever in an accident, and rendered brain-dead, pull the plug, nab my organs, and pluck out my eyeballs for somebody else. Now the internet knows. It may not be notarized, but I've learned to never underestimate the power of the internet.
I don't know why I felt the need to tell you that, but I did.
*It's a restaurant! It is never NEVER out of food!