After being treated like total crap at my job all this week (changed locations and stuff), I told my bosses that I'd work until the end of next week and then I was done. Anyone that knows me will know that I've been seriously considering dancing for a while, and I think I'm finally ready to give it a shot.
I just can't believe I'm actually going to do it! It's been a real blur since we decided we were going to move, and this is the last step (getting a new job, that is) that I needed to take care of before we could go ahead and find a new place to live and such.
I have a sick feeling in my stomach because I know I won't have a job after next week if I happen to change my mind, but I also keep telling myself that what I'm doing is a GOOD thing and that I'll be much happier after I start dancing anyway.
Ok...reassurance? I'm just having a mini freak out moment for giving notice on my job.![]()



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