smoked weed for the first time since new year... nothing like a few weeks of mental aclarity lucidity to get you in the mood for job quitting. i put in my two weeks at the forest no monday. inititally i was just mulling the idea in my head; having earned a second job to suppliment my income i was planning on doing the two part-time jobs thing was the plan. if i liked it maybe move on to full-time, maybe not. play it by ear, ya know? after day two i was set on going full-time at favorit (new job) and limiting my part-time-edness at forest. suddenly it was 'why do the 55+ hour work week again?' and finally it was out of nowhere i was asked to manage at favorit.

seriously. what the hell? suddenly i'm quote/unquote

desirable.

digging the new digs. uber clean. well run. friendly (and consistent) staff. what i like to call a black tshirt bar/cafe. only gripe is that the place is built for short people. grrrr. my back may hate this...