giving notice
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Sat May 17 03 / 12:43 AM

Just got off work at 3am from another night at the Vox. We now have a hot tub in the club. I wrote in an email: Yes, yes I am in Hell and it is populated with wet ladies and fighting men and I am the only smart one. But even though people ask me God, aren't you bored, I don't think they realize how much money I do make, and how I do enjoy working in an actual cool place. I never really mind coming into work here.

But it is not my dream job. It is starting to feel more like work, more like the type of job I want to call in sick to every once in awhile. Because even though I'm home now with money in my pocket, I'm alone, unambitious, and eating leftover Kraft Dinner that tastes faintly rotten. Next weekend will be my last shifts, although who knows whether what I'm moving on to will make me happy or sad.



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Lisa Higgs
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