Hamtard the pug-eyed human hybrid: 2 Weeks Notice This is coming a little late but there's a reason for it.  I just worked 8 days in a row. I'm exhausted. Mentally drained.  Ever close an entire kitchen by yourself? It fucking sucks.  Anyway, back to the title.  It finally happened. I want to say wednesday, she came in wearing this vintage t like material shirt. The kind that's really soft and thin, ya know? NO BRA. I could see hamtards nips and where her boons turned to just saggy fat rolls that ended somewhere under her arms. Hideous. As I'm averting my eyes she takes a deep breath and says, "I've come in to get my check," another deep breath, "aaand to put in my two week notice." I sort of stop, because I was already in the safe getting her check (and I assumed that was the only reason she was there) when I slowly ask "so.... you found another job?" HT: (O-O;) "well..... yes. I'm being paid to take a cna course."  "Oh." She babbled on for a bit and I honestly wasn't paying attention. I just am still stunned that someone would look at her and think "yeah OK let it handle old people all day" Fucking. Hilarious.  Anyway, it's my only day off and I have a lot of chores to catch up on. I'll reply to comments later if you have questions.