I’ll admit it.
Quiting my job on a whim was a bit of a reckless decesion.
Especially being a tipped employee.
It’s not like I can get my last paycheck in a week.
The past week, I’ve been eating noodles and tortilas, and every combination thereof.
I was quite worried I was going to starve to death.
Tonight I was thinking about who I could hit up for some quick cash to go by an orange or something. I was even filling in those online surveys that promise you a big check if you “just answer a few simple questions.”
Then, I checked my bank account.
I have more than enough money to survive.
Why was I worried?
His eye is on the sparrow.