I quit my job. I had never liked it ( "tolerated" would probably be the better choice of words... ).

Barnhill's had closed down for about two weeks due to Bankruptcy, then re-opened under the name "Mama Blues". When it was Barnhill's there were two managers, one who was really great, and then one I absolutely hated. When it re-opened one got a better job offer somewhere else. Guess which one that was....

This guy is a major jerk and was getting on to me for things I have no control over. I think the only reason he would finally let me go home is because I think he was afraid of trying my dad's patience.....

Oh, I don't know if I ever wrote this, but I finally got my driver's permit ( you have no idea how happy that makes someone with epilepsy ). I actually got it last semester, and I'm getting a little frustrated because my dad hasn't taken me driving anymore since then (I actually could've gotten my license this month, but I have driven enough to completely know what I'm doing ). And my mom's accussed me of being a nervous driver because of the long gap. I wanted to jump her! She's offered to teach me but I always make up some excuse when she does ( she's a nervous teacher -_- ......... )