This weekend was the worse. I don’t know what was worse – my uncontrollable anger alienating my boyfriend and co-workers or the Instagram photo of the owner in the foreground, proud and beaming, with myself in the background, pissed off and yelling at people.
So, now, I’m weighing options on how to phase myself out of the bar business and into the struggling writer business.
Option 1: Quit today. Sink or swim. Good luck.
Option 2: Go down to part time with an eventual phasing myself out over the next two to three months while building a freelance base.
Option 3: Keep everything as is, allowing anger to grow into a Hulk-like rage state, destroy friendships and relationship and die alone a twisted ball of wrath.