Quit?

First Saturday after school is out. Yay. Well, I guess it isn't a real Saturday, because you don't work on a real Saturday. But then, I've haven't had a real Saturday for a long time. Which is why I think I'm going to quit. And because I don't really want money. The job wasn't for money. It was for that trip that continues on without me. It won't include me now, so why should I keep on working? For money? That seems pointless. I live with my parents, and they feed me and get me stuff and pretty much all I need. Money is for bigger stuff that they can't afford. Like big trips. I'm pretty we've always been in debt to some level. One day we won't be anymore. One day, long after I've left the house. Yay. That day is pretty soon. If my absolutely crazy plan that spans the next year works, then in one year I am out of here.
Right, so I must let my day commence at last. Au revior.