So first things first. I quit that new job. It was awful, y'all. Humiliating. Degrading. So on Monday, I went to work, handed the worst boss my key and my computer, and told him I don't want to work there anymore. And I left. And I went to the beach. It was magical.
In other news, I did a show. First show since 1992. I played a big old crazy lady and a little lesbian girl, and I had a solo, and I fell completely in love with theater all over again. There will be more.
By the way, I start my new job on Monday.
I guess what I'm saying is this. If you are my boss, you don't get to yell at me about your personal life, about wifi I have no control over, or tell me to pick up trash on a New Orleans street corner. I'm the boss at new job.
Pretty sure this is the best Easter ever.
Boom.
