My last 2 weeks start today. Who'd of thought that after making the most money I ever had at a job, I'd be so happy to leave? I feel like a prisoner that has just been told he's getting paroled in 2 weeks. But, being that I'm not an actual prisoner and leaving on my own will, I can't stop thinking about what kind of jokes and pranks I need to pull off in the next 2 weeks.
Priorities call for making the new kid aware that he works as hard as..... Well shit, he doesn't work at all! I'll just make fun of his skinny jeans every hour. Yes, your next generation of "mechanics" wear skinny jeans at work. And when he's about to cry, I'll simply say "Don't want me to pick on you anymore? Put on a work uniform!"
And I think a "going away thank you letter", a.k.a. glitter bomb, would make a fun mess on the last day.
Not that I usually stoop to childish levels, but I need to redeem my sanity that I've lost at this job. Hahaha