Dread...

It has been determined that I don't want to continue working at my place of employment. A lot of little things make up the big "why" but at the core of it, I'm not getting any satisfaction. Sure the extra money has been great, but I come home after only working from 9:30-2:30 and I don't feel like doing anything around my house. I let The Boy slack about homework start time 'cuz I just don't want to deal with that either. He's got a project coming up that is due in January. He'll need my help. Many chores around here haven't been done, and worst of all, a hobby that I once enjoyed hasn't been tended to properly over the past two years. That hobby is scrapbooking, and with the passing of Grandma and receiving her photo albums, my "need" is strong to get with my MIL and the remaining g-ma and get albums made for my MIL's kids and their grandkids.

DH doesn't care. He just wants me to be happy. My paycheck doesn't keep the lights on or anything, just gives a little extra money. Not enough taxes have been taken out this year, so likely that job will cost as at the end of the year. I could pick up a couple of houses out here and clean them for cash. Wouldn't be as much money, would be harder work, but when I used to do that, I got a lot of satisfaction from it.

The other piece of my job where I want to lay blame is in the weight department. I have gained 30 lbs in two years. I'm pretty sure that, while not openly stressed out, the stress of doing something I don't enjoy and confusing tiredness/exhaustion with hunger has greatly contributed to my girth. I find that I don't go to the gym sometimes because I have something that I want/need to get in to work early to do.

So. I have to do what I must do to clear my desk for my departure. First, I need to tell my boss. Ugh. We're already short-handed, so my announcement will send her around the bend. Second, or maybe this should be first, I need to secure a caterer to do the employee holiday lunch party. Third, or maybe this should be first, I need to order the logo clothes for the guys. Maybe I'll have to return some evenings and work with her to get stuff filed and sorted. The biggest "to do" will be to determine when my last day will be, and stick to it.

I don't feel better yet. Too many things hanging over my head that I don't want to leave un-done. I. Gotta. Get. Out. Of. There.