Between the constant sickness, driving a different car that gets crappy gas mileage, and not making as much as my pizza gig as I used to .... yeah, time to say goodbye to the pizza delivery. It took me a month of rolling the idea around in my head before I was willing to commit to it - it's kind of terrifying to have the restaurant be my only job again. But I just am worn right the fuck out. Two years of juggling two schedules, two uniforms, two sets of rules, two sets of co-workers and bosses and their idiosyncrasies ... stick a fork in me, I think I'm extra well done.
Saturday will be my last shift delivering pizza; after that, I'll be working at the restaurant more, but I'm hoping the overall simplification will mean I'm not as tired and constantly fucking sick!