While reminiscing I rarely enjoy stopping in the years between 1993 and 1996. But like anytime of challenge or growth there are always lessons to be learned. So let me share with you the burrito story.
I was working at Dillards in the mall and had recently decided that I was going to make a career of it. I had already quit college and made some irresponsible choices with credit cards. At this point my parents had bailed me out of credit card debt and paid on my student loans to help get me on my feet with this change. For a kid with little responsibility, I was making a good salary at Dillards. I was living with my best friend, Stacy, and spending money like crazy. So you can imagine everyone's surprise when I just decided to quit my job with no real OTHER plan. I called my mom with expectations that they would again support my delinquency until I came up with another hair-brained idea for existence. I told her that I had no money for my half of the rent, no grocery money, and (thinking that I could really get her here) no money for gas so I couldn't come home. I still remember exactly where I sat in my apartment as my mother taught me a very important lesson. She asked if I had any food and I said only beans and tortillas. She said, "well I hope that you like burritos." That was it, no getting sympathy this time. I know that it must have killed her (or maybe not), but it was the best "spoiled-brat killing" technique ever used. Thankfully my precious Stacy paid all of the rent and I did eat burritos for about two weeks until I got another job and slowly regained normalcy. The best part is that I have never quit a job since without having another one waiting. Do you have any "burrito" stories?