Backblog: June 3rd, 2008. Quitter

So, yesterday I quit my job. I feel sorry for the people who are still going to the jobsite. They have a lot to accomplish and they're now three men short this week. The company doesn't care, of course - they'll just make the remaining people work 20 hour shifts. Bastards. I feel some shame in not going back. There is no honor in quitting without notice, but I just felt that another week there would have done me in.

No, I don't have any prospects lined up.

I've made some calls, and I'm confident that I'll find work soon, though I'm not really sure that I want to find another job. I'm tired of working all of these jobs that don't agree with me simply because they'll hire me.

I sent in my speeding ticket today with a "guilty" plea. I'm still not sure that I was speeding, but I probably was. I just want it over and done with.

I got my cat back last night. He was being all happy and hyperactive this morning. We played "laser pointer" for awhile. I missed him so much these last two weeks.

I'm not sure what else to do at this point. I'm not feeling the crunch of the loss of a paycheck yet - be sure to tune in a month from now to hear me whining about that.

Later.