CHICKEN SELLERS.

Currently? I'm supposed to be finishing the lasts of the cleaning, the lasts of the packing...blah blah blah. But instead, i've got these emotions I need to relay, really some goodbyes that just need to be said. I need to... ramble. Sue me.

Tonight was my last night at CFA. Yes, lately all I have wanted to do is get out of that place. It's frustrating, it's full of attitude and drama, it's really hott (I hope they don't pay big bucks for our lousy A/C). It's all added up. And I know I have complained a lot about it, and even gotten worked up about the few small petty things.  Don't get me wrong, i'm still way glad to get out, go to rexburg, take a break...but I am sad to leave those people.

Nobody understand those goofballs. Nobody understands the close knit relationships we end up building with each other. WE ARE A FAMILY. We stick together like one, we fight like one, we love like one, and we have fun like one. We even have this saying going. I'm not sharing what the initials mean, but U.D.L. We all can have our fits and kicks with each other during a shift, but at the end of the day...no matter what happens, we love each other. That is how it is every day. We believe that working at that place brings out ones true personality, which can be either really good, or really bad. :) Either way, I have NEVER met any person who has made even such as half an impact as those kids have on me. I have worked there for a year, with  a 6 month break (details...) and I trust those people more then I would with someone I've known my entire life. Those people can make me cry laughing so hard, smile and really mean it. They make me ENJOY MY LIFE.

My gratitude level could not be higher to my fellow chicken sellers.

Headset sucks the soul.
Window teaches us to be fake.
Bagging is repetitive.
Register deals with the families.
The kitchen...well it's the kitchen.
But the people:
-bring back the soul
-shows me how to be real
 -is my family
-give me variety of personalities

But the people...are my {{B.E.S.T. F.R.I.E.N.D.S}}

I can cover up hard things as much as I want, I'm really good at it in fact. But saying goodbye to those little honduras cooks that drive me up a wall, but at the same time make me giggle, or saying goodbye to the new people who are full of attitude, and to the managers that 'tell me what to do', it wasn't an easy goodbye.

But, it also wasn't a forever goodbye.
It was just a see ya later.

Now, let me get back to packing please! I have a lot to do.

That's just a goodbye {according to me}