Friday, April 15, 2011

Final Pay: On Being Free, Drunk, and Flirty

Last Wednesday was a day of dread. I was  supposed to go back to work only to get my final pay and get cleared. I didn't think I would ever be prepared to do such a thing. It was my third work already and, for the past two works, I never gave proper resignation and this would be my first. Many things happened during that night and the morning after, I didn't think things would end up in a better way.