quitting
2006-02-22, 11:40 p.m.

So I joined the 'no-job' diaryring in celebration of putting in my two weeks notice tomorrow. I don't have another job lined up just yet, but I've got resumes out there, and I have to get out of this one before I drown myself in the bathtub. I'm tired of hating my life, and now that I've got the personal stuff looking nicely positive, I figured I might as well just wrangle the whole lot of it into submission.

I'm getting a car this weekend with the single mom tax return (which is always nice) and getting a job in cols. New guy has agreed to help me find a place, and given me a few leads on jobs, bless his sexy heart. We're not moving in together or anything, but it'll be nice to have easier access to one another's company so I don't have to be so powerfully jealous of the entire city of cols for containing him and being so damned far away. It sucks so much to take him home on sunday night and drive allll the way back by my damn self knowing I won't see him again until the next saturday. It's awful!

But anyway, I'm quitting my job, and I'm scared, but it's a pregnant-with-Shortman kind of scared. A kind of scared where there are so many reasons not to do something, so many things that could go wrong, but you just know that it'll be great for you in the end. After all, there's no way in hell I'll find anything I could possibly hate more than this place. Seriously.

Wish me luck!