i quit my job again. i know, i know, this is beginning to be a pattern. but the first time was forgiveable, right? given the respectful amount of years spent with the organization and the lessons learned and achievements achieved and even my desire for a break and a period of relative irresponsibility before going back to school were understandable and justified. but come on. who quits not one but two FULL-TIME PAYING JOBS WITHIN 6 MONTHS DURING A GLOBAL ECONOMIC CRISIS. what an asshole (points to self).
whatever, i didn't really want to quit this job. but like, i'm moving to California in 8 weeks (that's 2 months dickhead. yes but it sounds sooner in weeks. fuck you abby.) and I have like a lot of stuff to do and people to spend time with and snacks to snack on and places to putter around in before i go. and it was like a really stressful job (you. rode. a. bike. dumbass.) and so you know, i realized i have better things to do than like spend all my time working for wages. and i tried telling my boss this but he wasn't trying to hear reason, he was all "you have to come to work 5 days a week," and i was all like "no." so i quit and now i'm working at the farmers market 1 day a week and trying to live on free bread and produce and the kindness of strangers.
and i'm going to buy a truck!!!! (maybe, realistically probably not, but i want to).
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