ramble on.

SO, I don't work at Starbucks anymore! I quit June 28th of this year, that was the best day of my life. Knowing that I will never have to go there and be treated like shit every day was a weight of my shoulders. I don't have to fake being nice to uppity rich Baxter people anymore, or bust my ass while half of the other Baristas didn't pull their weight. I'm so glad that chapter in my life is CLOSED.

But, I just can't not work right? I haven't since I quit, I feel like a terrible wife. I don't want to go back to a place like that ever again and be MISERABLE every day. It wasn't worth the money I made.

I think I've found a good career, cosmetology. My younger sister already goes there, and loves it. I am going to a meeting next Thursday and talking with them about getting started. I hate change though, it has always scared me, but I need change. I need something fun and exciting and plus, I can't look the way I want for the most part. That's why I have purple hair now haha, nah. I'm ready, but nervous.