I'm finally gonna part ways with the restaurant I've worked with since sec 3.
It's always hard to part; it's like breaking up with your girlfriend.
(But of course, less excruciating since you know you can always head back for a visit)
My reflection to all these years of working there is simple.
You learn nothing.
Except perhaps some politics that's common wherever you have women/ladies involved.
And oh ya, it's a dirty job; period.
