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Good evening sirs and madams!

I have abandoned the MySpace blog. For what reason? Eh. Got tired of it is all. I used to be quite the MySpace junkie.

I got over it.

And you can, too! ::thumbs up::

Sorry, Tom.


Sooooooo I quit my job at Kohl's in October.

You know, I actually enjoyed working the graveyard shift! Sure, my social life came to an abrupt halt (not that it really bothered this schizoid). I never had to worry about rush hour. I dealt with no more than a dozen people which kept the introvert in me from screaming in anguish. I enjoyed making a lot of money. And holding the job title that gave me power over minions. Minions! I didn't treat them as such. They were actually my friends, and I could trust them to do their jobs. So I let them run freely with very little supervision as I sat in the back office reading books and texting my friends (huh? work ethic?). Sometimes I'd wander aimlessly. Whenever anyone needed help, I was there. Plus, working in advertising was fun in general.

It was awesome.

Funny thing is that everyone I worked with had at least 1 year seniority over me. Why they didn't apply for the supervisor job, I don't know. So I took it. And how cute it was to have all of these middle-aged co-workers of mine come to me whenever they were having problems with their assignments. They were the very people that trained me for goodness sake! It was very strange. I never did get used to it. I couldn't even enjoy going on the obligatory "power trip" because I was too weirded out by the situation.

Oh well.

Many things contributed to my quitting this awesome job.

1) I knew that my grandmother was going to, you know, die. Like, any day now. (Tactless? Nay. Straightforward! Ok...same thing, but word choice makes all the difference.) My dad and I had to make bi-monthly road trips to Connecticut to help out Grammy and Grampy. Work just wouldn't allow it. That was reason enough.

2) I was having trouble sleeping. My neighbors were too noisy during the day. I don't mind rap music, but when it wakes me up from a deep sleep i find myself with this sudden desire to kill, kill, kill! Namely, my neighbors. Hm. Interesting.
But you know what? Now that I think about it, pretty much anything that wakes me up makes me violent. :D

3) I wanted to go back to school. Full-time. I don't have the discipline to work full-time AND attend class. Let alone actually complete any homework and actually pass said classes.

I felt like I was at a dead end. It didn't matter that I was having fun at work every night hanging out with the crew, reading my vampire novels and texting my partners in evil. It didn't matter that my weekly paychecks made me do the "Happy Dance" as I deposited them into my checking account.

I did not have my dream job, nor was I on the path to it. I was sucked in, but I refused to stay trapped.


So. I quit!

To Be Continued....




Next time on "the condition of not existing":
A road trip to Florida.
A wedding.
A funeral.
Perhaps some clichés? Stay tuned!