Culture...shock.

I quit my bullshit, back-breaking hours for minimum wage, with no benefts or appreciation, job. And, no I don't have another lined up. No, I don't feel grateful to at least have a job (had). I'm sick of having to make do because of the economy. I'm sick of people using the word 'lucky', regarding getting £5.80ph to feel like an under dog. When you realise you're just a number being used for profit and nothing more, you kinda give up all hope, lose respect and forget the positive attitude.

I have a vague plan, it means I'm gonna be pretty broke, certain things will be put on hold and I won't have a disposable income of any sorts really. However, it makes me feel a 100 % 'better' than doing what I've been doing. Eventually it will pay off, it means I have to start at the bottom, so to speak. I refuse to be a minion anymore. Ever again.

I'm going to be in Barcelona in 8 days, life could be worse, debt could be worse. I could have worse problems than a bit of Bowel disease.

Also, it's not me, it's you.