judypatricia

So the 18th of this month is my official last day at my job. I was only told that I had my vacation time coming to me last Sunday, and a few days later, when I requested the 21st through 28th off, it was run by the other managers to see if it's doable. And, surprisingly enough, it isn't. Too many of my coworkers are taking off around the same time as I wanted, so I'm told I can't have those days. My only options were quit before that time, take whatever severance they're supposedly going to give me, and get on unemployment; or, pick another week sometime after everyone else has had their vacations, to take mine. But the thing they like to forget at my job, is that not only am I the only college student employed there, but I go to school year-round. The day after I come home from Florida, I start classes. So I did all but a happy dance as I resigned.

I'm a little bummed that I probably won't be able to take an art class in the summer. Chalk it up to schedule conflict.

I had a long phone conversation with someone I lovingly refer to as "my brother," last night. He was, as usual, able to give me another point of view that helped (and hurt), but ultimately made me make sense of some things. Sometimes he says things that really catch me off guard, because they're brutally honest; and he's able to do it without sounding like an asshole. Having him ask me, "Do you have any self control?" the other night, really gave me one of those You know? They're right! moments. And I'm definitely better off now, than I was a year ago.

I'm really looking forward to the things I have planned this month. I can't wait to meet Zyon, SongbirdReleased and Mnislahi, to name a few, at the Burlesque show. And then I'll be geeking it up with AceTracer in sunny (or rainy?) ol' Florida.