I was busy tonight and the boys are starved for attention.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I loaded the dishwasher. I put away clean dishes. I hand washed the rest of the dishes. I unloaded the dishwasher after it ran. I took out the trash. I swept the kitchen floor. I started laundry. I folded a good bit of the clean laundry on the table. I put my folded clothes away. I changed the sheets. I took out the recycling. I walked the dogs.
Okay. Now I can start my week right.
Husband is at a conference this week. I already miss him, but will survive my last week in the office just fine without him. My to do list is already slim, but the stuff on it are the items I’m not excited about. I’ll need to buckle down starting tomorrow to knock it all out. I already have a few job search related things planned for next week. It surprises people when they find out I haven’t applied for any positions yet and don’t have any interviews lined up. I want to make sure I give the current job the attention it deserves these last few days in the office and feel like I would be compromising the quality of my cover letters and such by working during the day and working (at getting a new job) at night.
Let the countdown begin…
On the job front, I’ve made some promising contacts and am excited about prospects thus far. I’m starting to feel like my skills really are valuable and that I’m not crazy for walking away from my job.
I’m sleeping better at night and it is a whole lot easier to get up in the morning. I generally seem to be a happier person. It’s about d@mn time!!
Four years ago, I decided to leave the job I had at the time (had only been there five months) and offered myself up to the head of the staffing firm I worked for as a candidate for placement. A few weeks later, I was interviewing at my current company and soon thereafter had a new job. I was excited and thrilled and felt like I had found a new home.
Fast forward to now.
