I had been toying with the idea of leaving my job for quite a while; I was toying,
or Toe-ing, but not making a decision;
not diving in.
On Tuesday, I broke out in hives at the thought of going to the olffice, and had
terrible IBS. When coupled with a seemingly
All Points Bulletin for my body to cease from getting dressed, I text the owner and quit.
No Mo Toe! I did it!
I done in, and now God's responsible for getting me to MD Nov 1.
Hooray to me.
Ciao to NYC!
On Tuesday, I broke out in hives at the thought of going to the olffice, and had terrible IBS. When coupled with a seemingly All Points Bulletin for my body to cease from getting dressed, I text the owner and quit.
No Mo Toe!
I did it!
I done in, and now God's responsible for getting me to MD Nov 1.
Hooray to me.
Ciao to NYC!