Twist

This morning was random.
I got suspended at Steak Palace under the pretense that I would be fired upon the GM's return from his 10th vacation this summer. So, I quit. I uttered a few harsh words, gathered my belongings, avoided eye contact with the pregnant woman to whom I whispered "get fucked," and made my exit.
I feel like now leaving for the Ontario tour earlier than expected. Or, maybe extending it to be able to actually see everyone. Both are quite possible. It was a mere moment ago where it was all so calculated. And as I was explaining these plans out load on the phone, I realized how much of a constraint it puts on saying 'see ya later.'