Clean Up.

Today was, legitimately, my last day of work. We moved all of our supplies to the storage room and really all I did was sweat and lift giant [heavy] boxes over my head while screaming, "I AM ALL THAT IS MAN." I probably have a hernia now. After that fiasco, we went back to the school and I was presented with two jugs of sno cone syrup and that was probably worth everything all summer. However, upon walking in the door and telling my parents how chipper I was because of the aforementioned, Janine crushed my dreams like the ice required for these delicious treats when she told me I was not allowed to use the blender because she thinks blending ice will break it. Now I am distraught and sno-coneless. Miz.