I discovered on Wednesday, if I see the train coming while I'm
standing near my car, if I run, I can still catch it. Always good to know!
The weather's a
little cooler today. It suited my mood as I was deliberating if on Tuesday I had
made a very unwise move. I quit my job. I have wanted to quit for a very long
time, but I suffer from chronic inertia when it comes to changing jobs.
Generally it takes a company collapse, having a baby or something equally as
significant to get me moving. On Tuesday, after a long period of tolerating a
boss who liked to use me as a punching bag, I resigned. I am feeling a little
nervous right now. The job market isn't great and I don't interview well.
I think people have employed me in the past because they felt sorry for me.
Okay, I'm steeling my back bone. It was the right thing to do, the timing just
wasn't ideal.
This was my view from the train, crossing the harbour bridge this morning.
This was my view from the train, crossing the harbour bridge this morning.
It was my husband’s
birthday yesterday. His gifts were a little lame. I've been a bit distracted. I
had ordered a book for him on-line (not the only thing he was given). I
received a message from the company last week to say the book had arrived at
their warehouse damaged. They appreciated my patience. Ha, it's not their spouse’s
birthday they were stuffing up. Oh well! Next year I'll do a better job.
Maybe--things have a habit of distracting me from the task.
I'm looking
forward to finishing work today, looking forward to a relaxing weekend. I
have my daughter’s softball grand finale. The team is a lovely bunch of girls
who don't necessarily take softball very seriously. It will be interesting to
see how they react to grand final conditions. My guess is that they will step
up a notch. My husband also has his baseball grand final on. For a team in the
lowest possible grade in all chrisandum. They take it very seriously. Or is it
the esky after the match they take seriously? In any case, I am not expecting
to have my voice in tacked after all the cheering I'm going to do this weekend.
Don't worry frog-girl. I am sure your husband loves you.
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