Arrivederci, Papa John's

I picked up my last paycheck from PJ's yesterday. I am officially done as of last Sunday AND I am officially sick of answering phones, taking orders, folding boxes, gluing coupons on boxes, labeling boxes, slapping dough, topping pizzas, putting pies in the oven, cutting them, putting them into boxes, and completing pick-up orders as of a month ago. Mom was waiting for the day that I would say I was sick of working.... only because I enjoyed it all of last summer. Really all that was accomplished by working there was a little over a grand and then me getting sick of pizza, especially PJ's pizza - which used to be my flavorite ~*tear*~.