So I quit Target officially Saturday morning when I called and talked to Stephanie. I didn't show up Saturday and I didn't show up Sunday and I'm not showing up today. Obviously. Now I need to look for another job. Woohoo. I'm thinking about talking to the manager up at that Barker Cypress Oil Change place off Barker right in the entrance to my neighborhood. If not, I have some other places in mind. Jeff starts his new job tonight. He leaves at 7pm. He's not going out of town this week so he'll be home around 5 in the morning. This is going to suck. He's going to leave me. I can feel it. Especially since he thinks I don't trust him. Again. Yes. He's starting this bullshit once again. Whatever. If he really believes that, he needs to just leave me. I think I can handle it a bit better this time than last. Like I said, I'm happy if he's happy. If he's not happy with me, I don't want him to be with me. Simple as that. Eh. I'm tired. Woke up late this morning, didn't get to take a shower or do my hair, was late to school and got, once again, another tardy. And I look like shit. I have to run Jeff to Chimney Rock again today and then after about 6, I'll have myself to, well, myself. I have no idea what I'm going to do. Probably sleep or something. Clean my room. Clean out my car. Something. I need to go to Target, but, meh. I don't think that would look too good. Haha. Who cares, right? I quit. I wasn't fired. There's so much to do. Fuck. I'm out of a job. This really sucks. Everything's going down hill. I'm pissed.