If it doesn't work out, I'm blaming Aaron

Last Monday I put in my two weeks notice at my job. I agreed to give a third week part-time to help the new workers get on their feet. It's been a pretty good 8 months at old Middle Earth, but I just decided that 6.76/hour wasn't cutting it, especially not with Sam so miserable at his job.

So, the two of us are embarking in a world of self-employment, following the American Dream as Curt Stafford put it in our prayer time last night. Spurred on by my older, Imperial brother, we're putting a few irons in the fire and seeing what happens. A little nervous, we're resolving to just work hard and trust God. I'm looking forward to a flexible schedule, seeing more of Sam, and just being our own bosses. Pretty exciting. I think I'm going to miss quite of few of those babies, but I'll go back and visit now and then.

In closing, if anybody out there needs windows washed, houses cleaned, or a bid for a new janitorial service at your building, hey give us a call! We're reliable.

P.S. Damn the Man