I quit my job.

Isn't this a lovely picture? It's of me and my friend, Kelly. I'm the fatter one, obviously. Kelly was essentially the only person I knew when I started work at BYU Independent Study last January. I was hired as a graphic artist, which means that I drew pretty pictures to accompany the online course IS offers. The images I made looked a lot like the one above, actually.... and that is why I will do great things in life.
I remember sitting next to Kelly on my first day, asking her questions since she was my "trainer" person. By the end of the week I was answering her questions, as well as the questions of my fellow newbies. But Kelly's great. She was really nice to me, even though I apparently had a reputation in our program--and not a very good one. I was considered grouchy, unapproachable and generally angry at life. That was actually a pretty accurate assessment at the time... art is hard. I would (and still do, I guess) get frustrated and prefer concentrating over socializing. By putting a nice, big "BUG OFF" sign on my face, I managed to get more done than many of my counterparts.
But now I was thrown into a working environment with these people. And here was Kelly, being nice to me even though she knew as well as the next person that I was scary and grumpy. I decided that she could see my less beastly side. Word quickly spread that I'm amazing and I made more friends at work. They started coming to movie nights at my apartment and saying hi to me on campus and giving me hugs at Smith's. I had to get away... so I quit my job. Just kidding, but not really. But really, just kidding. That's not why I quit.
Don't get me wrong. I loved my job. My boss was awesome, the pay was the best I've ever had, the co-workers were chill, the hours were flexible, and they gave us really good free food all the time. It's the best job I've ever had.