I want to quit my job.

I mean, I really really want to quit my job.  It’s nice having a little extra money and everything, but the amount my arms hurt, and the amount of shit I feel having to go there for hours and hours every weekend makes it so not worth it.

We need the health insurance, and I like having the money to spend on dance stuff, but holy shit.  Where do the ends justify the means?  Cause these means fucking suck.