Goodbye, Wednesdays

Dear you,

I just tried to write a poem about this day, as it's my favorite day so I feel like it deserves something extra special. But, alas, it's late and my brain is tired. So I'll just tell you what I will miss... fair enough?

I'll miss being apart of the morning rush-hour. I'll miss working at Oxfam. My boss is awesome. She's one of those people who makes work cool, no matter what's going on. I'll miss restocking the commodities and incense. I'll miss hearing the Body Mineral people ask, "Excuse me. Can I ask you a question?" and "Is that amazing or not amazing? You tell me!" I'll miss listening to the latest pop music while browsing Top Dollar. I'll miss my favorite bus driver. He has a large brown beard and raspy voice. He whistles while he drives-- the type of whistling a grandpa would do. He has a friend who sits up front with him and talks about fishing and insurance policies and family matters. Man... I love it. I'll miss my Wednesdays so much.

Sincerely,
Shae