The cat is out of the bag

Alright, it's time that I admit this. . . 

So, I'm one of those people who hold themselves strongly to the advice they give other people. In this instance, I'm one who always says "be sure to secure a new job before you leave the old one," with the exception being if you have to move or something like that. Well, I hate when I end up being hypocritical, but here we are.

At the beginning of the month, I left my job at the Italian restaurant where I worked. I hadn't planned on it, but it was time and I made a sudden and somewhat stupid decision. So, I left. If I had known the kind of chaos that would hit us the following weeks, I might have stayed. But at the same time, if I had to work during the disaster, well, I probably would explode. 

I'm going to miss it, but I'm happy now.

I didn't want to announce that I left until I found a new job, and now I have. Actually, I found the job about two weeks ago, got the job the day that the flooding hit, and have worked two shifts of it. I work at an assisted living home, which is only a block away from my house (now, if only my home was actually livable). So far, I like it. I've seen far too many old people butts, and I know I will only see more. I'm still in training, so, I'm still really nervous about messing something up, because this time people's lives are actually on the line! 

I'm only a little scared.

But, in order for anything I say after this point to make sense, I need to release this little bit of information.

Don't judge me.