I miss when this was work. Such good times.

I cannot wait until I'm in school again and I can ditch this ridiculous job of mine.

And to answer any questions my coworkers may have about me:
-No, I'm not 10 years old.
-Yes, I know what I'm doing.
-No, I don't want to close every.single.day.
-No, I don't want to do all those things you're simply too lazy to do.
-Yes, I loathe you entirely.

Two and a half months until hopefully I can be a drive up teller. The drive up is across the street, which means I would be in complete solitary bliss, spared the scrutiny of micromanaging bosses, and far from the laziness of the bankers.

Two and a half more months... I can do this...