just wrote my resignation letter for the job i’ve had for the past three and a half years. feels unbelievable. feel a bit like i’m jumping into the unknown, but I deserve so much better than this job that is slowly killing me. either I get the full time seamstress job, that looks like it /should/ work out, or I am forced to give my all to my own artistic career. either would be good for me.
spiders have got to figure out contracting I need to be able to call my local spiders union and be like "hey can you send a guy out for a few days the fruit flies are back" and then pay it in spider currency. I'll learn the conversion rates. I'll be generous with my rounding. please.