So I want to quit the damn second job already. Make that, I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY want to quit.

Why? Well, because on days like today when I'm on a huge deadline and need to stay late, and I call the restaurant 8 hours before my scheduled shift to tell them I can't make it, and they tell me I have no choice, and I tell them they're right, I don't have a choice, I can't make it in, and they respond that I have an extra hour to get there, that's it, and I look at all of the meetings and work I have to do and...well, that's why.

And yet, I'm sort of nervous about the financial situation. Yeah, I'm great now, but what if my car breaks down? Or something else needs repaired/replaced? Then I'd be screwed. At the same time, if one major player in my life gave me the go-ahead (I think they're called enablers) then I'd quit today. However, I'm realizing while there are lots of players in my life, none of them are so major that I'd probably listen to there advice, so here I sit, stressed and stretched and somehow finding the time to vent here.

And could I possibly fit another run-on sentence into this entry?

And seriously, why oh why must things never go my way?

Example #347: Yesterday was a sunny, breezy day. Yesterday I came home and decided to mow the lawn, knowing that I would be working all day and night today and that rain is in the forecast for Friday - Sunday. I mow half of the lawn. My stupid piece of crap lawn mower dies for no apparent reason. I try everything to get it working. It won't run. I hate John Deere more than ever. Apparently their lawn mowers only cut the lawn four times before they die. Fucker. I now have half of a well-maintained lawn and half of the Amazon rainforest just outside my window.

So yeah, back to work. Damnit.