Finally

After more than a year at a restaurant I absolutely hated, I finally quit my job and found a new one. The new one is about 20 miles closer to home and caters more to rich alcoholics than to modestly budgeted families. I can finally make money! And, as I did tonight during training, I can drink on the job! I don't necessarily love my new job (the kitchen is open until 2 a.m. -- yikes), but I'd sure rather wait tables and actually make money than be a paid slave for the snobs and slobs of Brentwood.

Now if only I could make a living as an actor...