Good God. It's all happening kids...I am moving to Toronto (just threw up in my mouth a little) and I finally have a date when I can tell this environmental hazard of a company to cram their job up their bums. Thing is...I'm probably like a week a way from being able to take sick days and I'm full of wonder about when I should actually tell these jokers that I'm leaving. Do I take a coupla sick days paid and then tell them? Is that wrong? I mean of course it's wrong, but should I do it? Yah righto. Well, I can still fantasize about it anyway...
So right...on to bigger and better? Bigger certainly, better I'm not so sure. It's just a strange feeling to be about to move to the city that usually accompanies the word suck somewhere in my meanderings about it. I feel like a fraud. I'm going to have to be a Habs fan in Leafville..WTF? And I'd like to be able to say that I couldn't get worse than this job but I know for a fact that as soon as you say something like that the universe is out to prove you wrong.
Who knows? This could be really great for me. There is a great music scene...writing opportunities actually exist...I could sing and write...and STARVE. We'll see ....just may have to take the 9 to 5 while I figure out where I need to be and who I need to talk to to get my LIFE started. Steve Jobs didn't go to university and look where he is now...Or maybe I'll go back to school...God, who am I kidding? I feel like a failure already and I've got to get straight with those laws of attraction before I go or else I could get lost in that big 'ole city. Yehaw.
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