today, i quit my job. (sigh)
i've never quit a job before. i've never been fired. i've just always seemed to land bizarre jobs where the responsibility tended to evaporate due to the circumstaces (...heat?)
i always told myself when i quit for the first time that i would cause a big scene and piss off a customer or something. i think i was kind of always in "quitting mode" ever since a woman threw an iced coffee at me after i skipped her in line for being on the phone and answering her "what the fuck? why did you skip me?" with "i didn't want to interrupt you ma'am."
...i think i'd just been waiting for her to come back in so that i could publicly announce (is there any other kind?) that i am quitting then urinate on this unruly customer/whore. :)
my boss was a sweetheart. we were buddies. it sucked telling her i was gunna be leaving, cause it was just because of school. i used to bitch about my job CONSTANTLY, but honestly, i love to bitch. if there's nothing to bitch about in life, we wouldn't have the good things. (seinfeld, curb your enthusiasm, stand up comedy, matzah, starbucks...)
yeah no. scratch that last paragraph. fuck starbucks. :)
