That's it. I've had it up to the back molars with this damn job.

I've typed up and printed out five (rather snazzy, if I do say so myself) resumés and am going to head into Newtown on Saturday and hand them in to Elizabeth's Bookshop and some others.

I want another job. I can't work where I do for too much longer. I work with morons. I'm tired of being treated like an idiot by both staff and customers. None of it is OK and I'm done.

Fuck it.