today i accepted a job as a preschool teacher.
and then i went to my restaurant job thinking, maybe i don't mind keeping this job for the extra money.
and then while at work and basically hating my life i thought to myself:
"self, you'll be working monday - friday at the preschool, going to grad school monday- wednesday nights, and then you'll work at the resturant thursday and friday nights, AND work doubles on saturday and sunday? and still volunteering with the sorority.....and when do you plan on studying, doing your homework and ohh i don't know...having a life?"
combined with some other things that happened during my shift, i ended up deciding to give notice when i went in tomorrow.
which then resulted in me coming home and calling my dad who told me it was okay to quit because:
" you're funny, you'll find something else to do"
and that's why I think my dad is the best dad in the whole wide world.
with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams