Blast Off

I did it. I finally fucking did it. I left my job. I even managed to do it on good terms with everyone there. No sense in burning bridges. This means it's on, my bitches! I've got enough in the roll to keep me afloat only for a few months until the I get the biz loan and, brother, it's gonna be a big 'un.
It feels good knowing I can finally get up and work on my own schedule and THAT is worth it all by itself.
Oh, my babies, nothing like getting jumped in with the big dogs.
No worries, bitches. If you're not dying, then urgency does not exist.