Transition

So you know how sometimes you meet a guy, and he’s really cute and super nice and gainfully employed and he takes you to nice restaurants and buys you flowers and you should, theoretically, like him, only you don’t, and the idea of having sex with him makes you want to take a long nap, where you instead dream about having sex with Johnny Depp?

Well, that food job I took was kind of like that guy. So I quit. And I’m going back to the astrology stuff, which means less money, but also less stress, and it also means I get to work from home, in my pajamas, and still have energy left over for cooking school, which will hopefully result in my one day owning my own bakery and having many tattoos. A girl can dream, right?