Maternity Leave officially started around 3:45 this afternoon, as I cavalierly tossed my Hawaiian shirt and apron over my shoulder and skipped* out the restaurant, smile on my face and leave of absence paperwork in hand.
No more will I have to deal with customers asking me why I'm still working. Really, is it that hard to figure out? BECAUSE I WANT YOUR MONEY. TO BUY BON BONS. Or, you know, effing diapers for my child.
I can feel my face getting fatter already...
*Skipped? Who am I kidding, it was more like an accelerated waddle.
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