I Quit?

Last week I went into Texas Roadhouse to talk to the owner. I had gotten a stress contusion in my foot and was unable to put pressure on it. I was told by my doctor to rest, ice, and elevate. While I was there one of my friends wanted to get dinner so I told her to meet me there. She said yes and came in.

Little flashback, recently I got my best friend to start waitressing with me about a month ago and she was working that night. This will become important later. 

I came in, ate, and released my shifts for the week. Talked to all of my managers, laughed and had a good time. 

Later that night, I got a text from my friend and this is how it went..

Friend:Lexi 

Friend: Did you put your two weeks in?

Me: no..? Why?

Friend: someone told me that 

Friend:  I about died

Me: they might have meant the other Lexi (there are two of us)

Friend: they said Bross and I was like uhhhhhh

Me: Who said this?

Friend: (insert male coworker name)

Me: dang it (name)!!

Something you should know about this coworker is he is a big jokester. I texted him and he swore to me that he heard it from one of the managers. 

So I texted my two favorite managers and they assured me that I was still working, and my heart attack ceased. I still have no idea why she thought I put my two weeks in, but to be clear, I am still employed at my restaurant!