quitting is for quitters, dumbass

seeing as how most of my previous jobs have been waitressing jobs, i'm gonna have to say that every time i've quit a restaurant has been the best quitting experience of my life. except i always let it get to the point where i want to injure myself so i have an excuse not to go to work, or if i'm already there, to get sent home. the prospect of sending out resumes and going to interviews is so horrible that i end up staying way past any sane amount of time at any one restaurant job. which makes quitting all the more sweet.

speaking of changes, i've sent out a couple of resumes to some places in sf. altho, i don't think i'm ready to live on this coast yet as i'll be bombarded with familial doodies. hell no, i won't go.