Well folks, that's all!
My time at the restaurant is almost over. Last shift tonight. Shaping up to be a killer. The restaurant is booked 3 times over and we are down one waiter. Rock and roll!!!!
But I won't care. I'll be smiling at everyone, skipping to get the food, hugging customers at random because after tonight, none of this stress will be mine anymore. I am escaping!
I feel sorry for those I must leave behind, but I know they'll follow shortly.

But I must say... I'll miss it. I'll miss the customers. I'll miss the feeling of anticipation before the start of a busy night. I'll miss that feeling exhiliration when the restaurant is booked and you have to think of five different things at once and you do it all and you feel so... proud. The pace, the constant energy, the excitement. When it works it's fun.
When it doesn't work it's hell.

Who knows where my next restaurant job will be? Maybe this will be my last EVER shift in a restaurant... so you know what? I'm going to enjoy myself one last time!