Vampires and Valium
Another humdinger of a week down! All I can say is, thank God for music and audiobooks. And Valium.
This week I made the agonising decision to resign from my job. Not agonising because I don't want to leave, but because of the uncertainty of my future. Ideally, I'd never leave a job until I had another lined up, especially given the current economic climate due to that bitch Rona. But I made the decision nonetheless, for several reasons, but mostly because it was the best thing I could do for my own peace of mind.
Don't get me wrong, it is a fantastic job, working with an amazing group of people. But it was never right for me, you know? I tried for almost 2 years, but unfortunately I'm just not cut out for that particular role. And I'm a big believer in loving your job and never staying somewhere that makes you unhappy. I was unhappy because I couldn't do the job well, to my expectations or to others. Add in the fact that there are several great opportunities available in my town at the moment (most of which are for immediate start) meant that I couldn't hesitate or agonise any longer over what decision I was going to make. So I gave my 4 weeks notice and started submitting resumes.
Now, anyone who knows me knows that I tend to fixate on things from time to time. This week has been no exception. I've gone over conversations and situations and emails and phone calls in my head night after night, until eventually it got to the point where I had to take a small dose of Valium to be able to sleep (completely legal, prescribed by my doctor, don't call the police). My saving grace, aside from the Valium, has been music and books. One song in particular that I'm obsessed with is Hear You Me, by Jimmy Eat World. A beautiful song, I highly recommend having a listen. I've also been listening to the complete stories of Sherlock Holmes, wonderfully narrated by Stephen Fry. I've already read most of them, but for some reason I never tire of hearing about Holmes and Watson.
University also started back this week, so I've been reading the books prescribed for this semester's unit, starting with Bram Stoker's Dracula. Did you guys know Dracula had a long white moustache?? I didn't until a couple of days ago. Yes, it shames me to admit that I had never read Dracula up until now. Berate me later, for now let's talk about the moustache. I don't think I've ever seen Dracula portrayed as having a long white moustache. Frankly, it sounds more Dumbledore than Dracula. So I was completely thrown off at the mention of one in the novel, and now I'm not 100% sure what Dracula looks like. It's a little unnerving.
I'm not sure how far through the novel I am, as I'm reading on my Kindle, but I'm kind of hoping Dracula mentions having a shave at some point and ditching the moustache because I'm not sure I can deal.
I had intended to babble on a bit longer about various other things, but I have a small fur baby next to me whining pitifully because it's dinner time and she hasn't been fed yet. It's utterly pathetic and yet I have no choice but to abandon all other activities and rectify the situation.