Yep, this is how Michelangelo started, painting his bedroom walls. One day, it’s the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Well, that’s been done, but maybe the food court ceiling at the mall.
Yep, this is how Michelangelo started, painting his bedroom walls. One day, it’s the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Well, that’s been done, but maybe the food court ceiling at the mall.
I had a job I loved, although it was owned by a complete asshole. I got a new job, at nearly double the pay. I agreed to give 2 weeks notice, even though it was going to cost me a lot of money, which I needed (this was my first good paying job, and I was broke).
Rather than understand that I was doing him a favor, my asshole boss decided to torture me for my final two weeks. I put up with it for a week, then told him I was done on Friday. I was essentially paying out of my pocket to give him 2 weeks, but I wasn’t going to pay him to abuse me, so I just left him standing there with his mouth agape.
I took the weekend off, and started my cool new new job on Monday (and it was a cool job, one of the best I’ve ever had).
I’ve come to realize that Dopamine is the reason for EVERYTHING.
Don’t knock Waffle House, they serve top notch breakfast food. Best breakfast joint in America, by a long ways.