The permanent closing of Subway (in my life at least). Last night I worked my last shift after two years and three months of "Six-inch or footlong?" and "Any chips or drinks with that?" I am quite happy to be out of there. It was a decent job--very lenient and I only worked the hours I wanted--but serving what were sometimes incompetent people and getting up at the crack of dawn to go prep onions were not my cup of tea. But I will miss some of my co-workers. It's hard to believe another constant in my life has come to a close. Ironically, almost every time I'm going through a "last," the song "Good Riddance" by Green Day plays. On my last day of high school, my co-host of the morning announcements and I played the song to introduce our last PSA. Coincidentally, it played on the radio last night as I was closing as well. I love it when music that is just perfect for the moment happens to play. I digress.
Once I had closed up shop, flicked off the lights, and locked the gates for the last time, I turned around and got a snapshot of my last look at my place of employment. It has been quite the experience but...good riddance.
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