freakpirate

I'm sitting in bed watching Spiderman 3 (no, I don't know why), eating cold pizza and enjoying my unemployment. Yes, that's right, I quit. My now ex-manager actually kicked me out of the store while I was trying to say goodbye to the people I'd been working with. So by now they probably all know that I've quit but they won't have heard it from me. Whatever... good fucking riddance.

Unfortunately, in about an hour or so the horrible realization will kick in that I'm moving in a few weeks (oh yeah... I'm moving to Calgary) and I'm now unemployed. I can get by for a while and my tax return should be coming in soon (efficient government agencies willing) but I'm probably going to have a small freak out at some point. Don't worry, I'll be okay.

Pure evil comes in the form of finger guns. Keep that in mind.