Torn

So I put in my 2 weeks at work tonight. Part of me kinda feels bad. Like I'm letting them down. The other part of me feels like a 2 ton weight got lifted off my shoulders. As much as I bitch about working there it really isn't a bad place to work. I just wish i didn't have the 30 minute drive. The people I work with are pretty cool and I've gotten a chance to brush up on my espanol. The boss dude even told me to give him a call if i ever wanted to come back because he had nothing but good things to say about me. We'll see what happens this fall. If i tell him no more than 20 hours a week, he'll probably schedule me for 30 because that's what he's doing right now, only I average about 35 hours a week. It was kinda cool helping a restaurant get off the ground from everyone being dumbfounded the first week or so to 10-15 minute ticket times with a 2 hour wait. If you get the right combination in the kitchen the servers can't even keep up with us :) So that's that, I think for my last night I'll take some co-workers out for drink after work or something.

I'm also going camping at Put-In-Bay this weekend with about 10 other people, my brother included. It should be fun fishing and swimming and golf cart driving and bar hopping and wine tasting. I forgot about Mikey and I's bad ass campfire cookin' skills. We're gonna make taters and burgers and dogs and corn and s'mores. If you have any recipies for campfire cookin' please share!