I put in my two weeks and am slightly regretting it, but not really. One good night at the restaurant does not outweigh the dozens of bad ones I've had over the past three months. And the bad shifts don't come as a result of working in the restaurant business; they're a result of shitty accounting and mismanagement. Tomorrow, I beg for jobs at the most awkward time of year to be doing so. The next day, I sleep in late, eat gluttonously, and go to bed early. And so on, and so forth.