Through the magic of boss's doing whatever the heck they want I ended up with a four day weekend. On one hand it means I get paid even less than I had anticipated this period. But I on a plus side one more day I don't have to spend there. So I'll jet out to visit the family tomorrow and come back early on Monday and have the whole day to do whatever. And wouldn't you know it, I'm getting fewer hours next week as well. Perhaps they're attempting to get me to quit? You never know. It could be. Or maybe they genuinely cannot afford to pay so many people to work at once. I think it's probably the latter. Either way it doesn't matter. I feel that the less time I spend there the better it is in all ways except on my pocketbook, which sadly could be the most important way at this current point in time. Sure the job stresses me out to no end. Sure it's as boring as a Ben Stein traveling road show. Sure it may be sapping my very soul in terms of my passion and willingness to be happy. But I guy has to eat right?

Ah living on your own. You're endanger of going completely broke and monetarily and almost spiritually some days. When did I decide this was a good idea? Oh right, this is what adults do. I have a vision of what I'd like my future to be like. Lately I've been coming to terms with the possibility that certain things I may want just won't happen. If it's in God's plan then it is for the best. It's just hard to accept, especially when that seems to be all you have going for you at the time. Would I look into a crystal ball if I could to see my future? It's tempting; it really is.