Well the deed is done. I rang my boss and resigned today. I followed it with an email. My last day is July 6. This is excellent cos it means I get my leave paid out after the end of the financial year, which means I'll not pay so much tax this year - I think I should be getting about 9 weeks of pay. That will be most fab, as long as they tax it as being 9 consecutive weeks and not a lump sum. Plus I just so happen to have two weekly zone 1 and 2 tickets so I don't have to waste a monthly ticket.
So work for the next two weeks then a couple of weeks off being a slacker around the house, maybe have a little holiday away someplace, and then back into job hunting.
Once I had done the deed, I felt very odd indeed - wobbly, excited, terrified, pleased, content. Job hunting is going to be a big challenge for me - I haven't done it seriously for over 8 years.
Now I just can't wait to get out of the place. And I chirped up a lot - started teasing people again. I don't tease people much normally unless I am in a particularly good mood.
How do I feel now? I feel that I've done the right thing for me. I feel much calmer and more relaxed than I have in ages. I also feel a bit light headed and as if I've misplaced something. I'd be guessing the misplaced something is anxiety and fear about being sacked if it all went pear shaped. I'm not used to being an underachiever.
It was a bit of a leveller getting home and finding out one of my net friends had died. C had an unusual form of degenerative disease that attacks the brain. So sad. She was such a character and we had many happy emailings on the John and Delenn list. C, I hope you are doing backstroke in a gutter and gazing up at the stars, never minding what on earth those substances are that you are doing backstroke in....
Now for some happy pictures
Fleece heaven - I washed a heap of coloured polwarth the other day and dried it in the greenhouse on a sunny day. It is roolly noice. Mmmm....
Nutmeg in one of her particularly mutant poses. (not clickable)
Cheshire looking particularly pleased about something (most likely the fact she is on the bed! On the acrylic fur blanket that Nutmeg has been sleeping on for weeks. What is it about Cheshire that makes her go and steal Nutmeg's favourite sleeping spots? Nutmeg gets really grumpy and has to go find another place to sleep).