When enough is enough

When enough is enough, enough is enough. Ya know? Which means I put in my two week's notice Monday. I'm going to temp until I can pick up a full-time job. Or just work a couple of part-time jobs until school starts. Because what's the point in being miserable? Really. What' s the point?

So I think I'm a shoe in for a daycare job that could possibly transfer to wherever I decide to ultimately go to school. And I'm applying at a bakery. I want to bake bread. Call it a crazy dream but I really want to work with dough and smell freshly baked bread on a regular basis.

And so Mamalissa's life becomes a lot more relaxing and ideal. That is if it doesn't spiral into financial ruin. Barring that, things are on the upswing.

And me and my Joel are a for real, full fledged item now. He is the best and greatest.

That's all for now.