And so it begins. Again.

LAST SHIFT! LAST SHIFT! LAST SHIFT!

That's what they'll say to me, say to me,  say to me, this one's a fighter.

Cheesy? Yes. The only thing blaring in my headphones to and from work the last week? Oh yes.

Of course, in the wake of the others who've left (I'm one of a fair few in the last couple weeks...apparently I'm not the only one having the issues I've been having!), I've also been bumped up floor service (aka, real person work), which has been much better than 30+ hours of being yelled at by chefs. So, surprisingly, I've actually enjoyed work since I gave my notice. That's always the way of it, isn't it? At least it is for me-- the second I find a escape route, things become more tolerable. (But I think it's mostly the fact that I don't need care about doing well at my job anymore, so when I'm shouted at, I'm just like- Well. I'll be sure to pass on that memo to my replacement right over there...)

So come tomorrow morning at 1 am, I'll be DONE with this job forever (and ever) and off on yet another whirlwind adventure. Because, as much as I like to think that someday I'll do things differently, with like, a normal schedule and more than a minute to breathe...I'm not really sure I know how anymore. Whirlwind-ing is my specialty. I might as well embrace it, right? At least I don't have to get all the way across the country this time....Juuuust up and down the eastern seaboard. Whatever.

This season's Traveling Whirlwind Extravaganza includes swooping into NYC on Monday, seeing my mom, meeting my new baby cousin, hugging her older siblings & parents, swinging down to DC to see Greg's parents, continuing down to Williamsburg, being in my best friend's wedding (!!), planning our own wedding (venues, caterers, bakers, and dresses, oh my!), seeing my dad, maybe seeing my sister, (wishing I could celebrate my brother's big 2-1, but knowing a trip to CA would probably be too much :)), heading back up to NYC to finish The Planning and then back to good ol' Glesga (better known Glasgow for those unfamiliar with the regional dialect) in time for Greg's graduation, and over to St Andrews for my own graduation two days later. Oh, and Thanskgiving in there somewhere. (Location: TBA. Either NYC or St Andrews. As you do.) Phew.

GAME ON.