full of moxie and viscosity

I quit Starbucks today. Did they honestly think that I was going to choose a minimum wage (okay, I'm exaggerating, I get paid more than minimum wage, but you know what I mean) over a trip to London, Barcelona and Paris? Yeah right! So I turned in my letter of resignation, I'll turn my keys in on my way to get my hair did, and I am breathing easy. They told me "work your scheduled shifts or quit," so I quit. Was there another option? They assured me that I will still be able to be rehired, should I feel the need. Somehow, I think that when I get back from my trip I'm not going to be in the mood for it. I'm good at it, I am, but honestly, why would I put myself through all of that drama for a lot of awkward hours and not enough pay? I will just complete my substitute teaching credential application stuff and sub as much as I can. I'll talk to Sylvan about re-adjusting my hours and see if they can work with me. I'm sure that they can.

THE WEIGHT HAS BEEN LIFTED. Bring me a wrecking ball, I'm about to attack the writer's block. Maybe Starbucks was the problem all along.