There has been an ever-dwindling list of people that keeps me working at my current job. Seems like every few months, someone else leaves or is fired. Right now, the list of people keeping me there is pretty much Work Wife, Cali Girl, and Mistress J. And because one person, one very important person who made every shift I worked with him better, left, I have an absolute feeling of dread every time I go to work. I really don't know how much longer I can stand that place.
Goodbye, Pot Smoking Manager. Thank you for three-plus years of goofy sexist/racist/ageist jokes and obscure musical references. You kept me sane.