Well, the answer is in (drum roll please): I WILL GO.
Of course it's upsetting, but as you know I expected it and even wanted it. When faced right up to it, it's scary. I know I couldn't go on like that, though. I have to keep reminding myself that (as it was eloquently put by a friend) that I didn't fail at that job, that job failed me.
I went back over some of my old documentation last night, and honestly I'm surprised it went on this long.
There seems to be more I should say but it's really a jumble in my head right now.
Thanks to everyone who listened to me vent over the years.
Just: where now? I have some ideas of things I'd like to do, but I honestly can't say I want to work in the public arena anymore. I know i have time to think about it.
Though I was urged to post what I texted last night:
Commute: GONE
Fat-rendering plant smell of (city): GONE
Idiots who ram into my car in downtown (city): GONE
Chance of being subjected to a sociopath mass killing: GREATLY REDUCED
Sigh, no one never said nuttin' would be easy, I s'pose.
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