*sigh*

Posted my resume on Monster.com. Bought a new interview outfit. Cried myself silly at work.
I really hate it there. REALLY. You know, it's not even the owners, it's the floor manager that is making me fucking nuts. I love him (he's my best friend), but if I don't leave there soon, I don't think our friendship will survive. I feel like he is backing me into the same wall as he backed ~N~ into, and that he's right, I can't afford to quit, but it would still make me feel a helluva lot better if I did.

Anyway, Love you guys!