After a whole year though I would like to give a great big kiss goodbye to my old job. Good riddance. How in the world did I think I would miss it?
For those of you that don't know. When I quit my job I had plans of quickly find a new job and moving on with life at a job that I would like a little better than the last. It just didn't work out that way and I am so glad it didn't. I think my old job was making me a crazy person. A genuine crazy person. I still have unsettling flashbacks of whispering, quickly and quietly and isolated, eating my lunch at my desk. Pure paranoia. Sometimes I forget...I'M FREE!
My new job, however, makes me happy!...and I will continue to pray that I am able to stay at home for several more years.