1. Darling, whatever happened to all the smoky piano bars?
I think I’m an extrovert trapped in an introvert’s body. But enough about that. I need to make a confession, or perhaps all I need is to write this down and then throw it out into the universe… to get it out of me, to share it, to gather some sympathy so that I can convince myself that I didn’t make a huge mistake. So, here it is. I quit my job. Without a plan and without another job ready and waiting for me. I just called and quit because I knew that if I went back there, I would die there. As melodramatic as that sounds. So, now I am unemployed, with no money, no savings and a few bills to pay. But, although I wake up each morning with a worry on my back, I also wake up each morning without dread, now that has to be worth something, right? But most people hate their jobs, they just have to grow up and do it because they have no other choice, they need the money to survive. That was the reason I took the job in the first place, because I had to get a job. Because it was expe...
