Take this job-and-What exactly?---> Waiting for the Cable Guy

It's Thursday night as I write this. The cable guy won't be showing up until Sat am but I am that excited about the whole getting of cable thing that I really don't have anything else to think about. If there is a reasonable force in the universe I should be able to listen to Sirius radio by noon and if at all possible I will also be able to catch up on all those episodes of Rescue Me I've missed.
Life is very exciting here on the wrong side of the Cumberland River. I believe it should be completely possible to concal the XM radio if I can come up with a way to record music off the TV-there is surely a way the MD can pull that off. That and it would seem to me that even with the split cost that I'll be paying (a very reasonable price for TV when the price is half) I don't really have the $$ for both. Plus, despite my excitement it remains true that I really don't watch that much television. I watch some television-but I really think I'm getting cable for approx 3 shows (Rescue Me, the Daily show and reruns of L&O/SVU from the early seasons I missed) but I will admit that at times when insomnia sets in it will be pretty nice to be able to watch Cheers instead of infomercials. TV provides my quiet existance with much needed noise. Mostly, I'm just happy to get the Sirius radio. Because one satellite radio provider is not enough-also the world music channel on Sirius is better than on XM and the Folk station rocks or folks or something.
On the job front-
Went back to *$ today and everybody was all "OH! Welcome back! We missed you! Hey girl! So glad to see you!" and they made it really hard to put in the 2 weeks I was planning on putting in. I cannot physically work both jobs when school starts. Feck-I can barely do both jobs now-what with both running on business hours (I can do it-but it requires me working harder than my lazy ass would prefer). I'm working up this speech I want to explain I wouldn't be quitting if I hadn't come into this really good job that was exactly in the field I want to be in that I wouldn't have transferred if my intent had been to do anything but to stay with the company for a good length of time. I've never actually quit a job I didn't detest before I don't know how to do it. It makes me sort of queasy just thinking about it. Not that I think that there's going to be any extended communication with the people that work at the store (because that's how it goes, not because I/they don't want to) but I would rather that no one was angry at me for leaving them. Or maybe I have delusions of grandeur. I'm just another trained monkey more capable than most of crafting delightful lattes of the perfect weight. It's something to be proud of, but it really doesn't say much for all of the years I've spent in school. That and the law office has a completely stocked bar and I can watch cable TV while working and there's a free gym downstairs that I'm welcome to use. *$ may offer health insurance, but they've never asked me what my favorite type of alcohol is and stocked it at the office bar simply for my drinking enjoyment. Lest I forget-I've never been asked by *$ to employ my excellent Private Eye skills. And no one has ever described working at*$ as "fun"-moments can be fun, people can be fun, but the job, less than painful yes, but "fun" no.
How do you quit a job that you don't necessarily dislike but you've outgrown?
And how did I end up having TOO MANY jobs?
Otherwise. I am a fat fat fatty moo cow. I hate me. I am roly poly and pitiful. I realize I am still only of average build-probably below average if you're getting technical but I feel huge. And I hate me. I can't stand to be in the same room with me. It's depressing. I think I might try some of those rapid weightloss drugs at the drugstore. Or maybe hope I get my period really soon since I'm about 2 weeks late and that's making me somewhat crankier by the millisecond. (That's not a possibility-so stop thinking it. I wish it was-well, I mean I don't but you know what I mean. It's not. Augh-I'm assuming I'm under some sort of stress. Two weeks with my family and trying to quit a job gracefully---what kind of stress could I possibly be under?)
Babble babble babble.
Sad the way my life goes from adventure and intrigue to nothing worth speaking of.