Time in port...
The store is getting ready to move. And I'm not enthused anymore. I've been trying very hard to come up with a schedule that will allow me to juggle all of the things I need to juggle, which isn't much. I want either Friday, Saturday, or Sunday off, since these are the only days that Amber has no classes. Friday won't be that great, because she will still be working. So saturday or sunday. And that just isn't gonna happen. Not initially.
It comes down to this: I gotta get out of here. Now. I can't just quit and not have a job for a while. Been there, done that. It's not cool. I gotta find something. Preferably something as equally enjoyable as this, and I need to get the hell out right now. If I don't do it soon, I can pretty much ensure myself that all I'll have is this job and never any time for anything else.
Christ.
It comes down to this: I gotta get out of here. Now. I can't just quit and not have a job for a while. Been there, done that. It's not cool. I gotta find something. Preferably something as equally enjoyable as this, and I need to get the hell out right now. If I don't do it soon, I can pretty much ensure myself that all I'll have is this job and never any time for anything else.
Christ.