Dear Job of Mine

Please don't fire me. I'm sorry I fooled you into thinking that I was drinking legally. To be fair, you never checked my ID. My real one anyway. Also to be fair, I am now actually 21. I'm kind of freaking out. Very stressed. I'm also broke, and not taking classes next semester so that I can work for you. I will be even broker and then I'll have to get a real job. One with hours that suck where I'll have to be doing boring shit with no pay off. I'll have to cancel my roadtrip because I won't have a paycheck to back me financially. Look, we're totally friends. I know you like me, and I like you. Please don't take away my money and my awesome job and fun sing-along benefits. That would really fucking blow.

So yeah - you guys can all meet about it tomorrow and talk about how awesome and beneficial I am and how you'd rather hire me full time then fire me completely. And that will be good.

PS - if it comes down to it - I'll totally take you down with me

Kisses!