Two Weeks Notice

It's over. The long love affair, and not so much, with Dairy Queen has ended. I am putting in my two weeks notice tomorrow.
Poor or not, I will not be subjected to disrespect.
There are management issues now, things I never thought would happen. The daughter of the owner commits her fraud quietly, leaving us to suffer.
Tonight, I was sent to 120th and Huron to do their dirty work. I mopped, swept, and lost all respect for all of them when they tried to short me on the cash they had promised me.
March 10th will be my last day.

Summer dreams.

February is a month to forget, for the most part. The Portland trip was fun. I didn't take any pictures, but he did take me down to the waterfront. The river that runs through Portland is dirty and reminds me of the Chicago river, but there's something beautiful about it. Bridges span it and boats churn their way slowly up and down it. I was cold, shivering in my jacket. We walked there, and then walked through downtown for a little while before catching a train out.

I can't help but wish for summer. I'm happier then, carefree, not cold. Even though it's only two and a half months away, so much has to happen between now and then. Dentist visits, school, work, time can't go fast enough.