I’ve decided to quit my job. Initially I thought that I was just going to ask for a month off to get my shit together, but really, I would rather just hang out and party than work there. Financially it makes no sense. I’ve been making peanuts for months. The only reason I really stay is because I’m friends with everyone. And I wouldn’t have had time to look for something new, but right now I have so much school work to deal with and other things on my mind, that I really don’t want to be working on top of it all. I just want to take some time off from everything for at least a month. So I’ll get a job in May. I have enough money to last through April without work. And hell, if I run out, there are always credit cards.

Funny how little things can trigger big decisions. As soon as the thought of actually quitting popped into my head, I realised how much sense it makes. It’ll be so nice not to work. I’ll be able to see so many of my friends. Plus, when I do start working somewhere else, it’ll be a change of scene which will be really nice.

Ah, man. I’m just fucking tired of it all.