I had an epiphany today as I was making margaritas, greeting guests, getting chips/salsa, making the wrong margarita, pouring shots of Jagermeister, climbing a crate to get a bottle of Don Julio, searching for the peach puree, cleaning glassware, cutting limes, all at the same time. Every time I go into work, there is not a day were it is stress free. It wasn't always like this, but recently its just gotten a little too crazy, and I don't want to deal with it anymore. All this stress is a sign for me to move on. I have to quit, three and a half years is enough. You've been good to me for all these years. I've learned a lot, but its time for me to go. So long, 50 percent discounts, fajita facials, and ugly shirts! Hello, free weekends and clear pores!

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