Hi, everybody--It's 12:11 a.m., and I can't sleep. The reason I can't sleep is that I quit my job tonight, and I am pretty much in a state of shock. I'm glad I did it--as you all know, I've had my ups and downs in that job and with my boss--remember how I tried to quit last spring? But this week something was wrong--she criticized me for every little thing. Then tonight after closing, she took me aside and began basically to tell me that I was not doing the job she hired me to do, not working enough hours, (she compared me to herself and how she comes in at all hours to work--as if that was what she expected me to do too), and that she was taking away a pay increase she offered me the first time I tried to quit. I tried to quit because she piled so much work on me that I couldn't keep up. She also has a history of browbeating employees. She had tried to do it to me, and I wouldn't put up with it. The raise she gave me allowed me to do some of my computer work at home, which I was doing. There were only two weeks out of the whole summer that I didn't do computer work at home, and that was because I was so busy at the store right before school started that I needed a break from it once I got home. I did come to work on two extra Saturdays, once a full day, and the other a half day, to make up some of the time. She never before tonight questioned me about how many hours I worked at home or anything. This was absolutely the first mention about any of it. Another problem was that she would give me responsibilities, and then in effect tie my hands so I couldn't do the job she wanted me to do. She wanted me to take initiative--do things on my own, but when I took the initiative, I would be criticized for doing it differently from how she thought it should be done. Of course, I wouldn't know how she wanted it done until after I did it, and she didn't like it. If I didn't take the initiative, she would criticize me for that. So basically I've been in a catch-22 situation for some time. I think I've known it, because I haven't been happy for some time, but family finances made me feel that I had no choice but to stay. After what she said to me tonight, I knew I couldn't work for her any more. I told her this wasn't the job for me. I didn't even really clean my desk--didn't care. I just took three things that were mine, said bye, and walked out the door. In a week or so, when the bookkeeper comes back from vacation, I will call her to find out about a 401k account I want to cash in and to mail me any check that is still coming to me.
Right now I'm not going to do anything except stay home and collect myself and get some rest and catch up on all the things I am behind on. I don't want to make any hasty decisions about my future. I feel a great death-like loss inside myself. Part of me wants to blame myself. I'm not perfect (just like everyone else) but I know I was doing my best, and that this woman has a reputation for treating employees badly. Most people don't like her. I honestly think she wanted me to be a superwoman. I'm not one of those. I guess it's credit to me that I refused to be her doormat. I used to let myself be one to people. I'm kind of scared because we have some credit card debt, and I don't know how we're going to work that out. I have a strong faith in God, though, and I know He'll pull us through it. I also think maybe He had a hand in this. I've often been thinking lately that I wanted to spend more time with my girls, enjoy them during this time of their lives, have time to enjoy life a little more, spend more time doing what I wanted to do, rather than always juggling six or seven things and being forever tired. I've learned in my experience that having something on my mind like that for a while is more than just me alone feeling--that it's a power greater than myself directing me. I know it will be okay--we got through hubby's unemployment for 2 years when I had no job and two small children. I just want the hurting/death feeling to go away. Hubby said it would take time. He was really supportive of me--much more than I expected. He told me to take a few days for myself and do whatever I wanted--that he'd handle the house and stuff like that.
Also, I just wanted to say--also to my credit--I did not use food to anesthetize myself in my grief. I did have a bowl of cereal, but it didn't taste really good to me. I also ate an Atkins bar, and I had a glass of wine--I really needed to take the edge off my shock. I am going to make sure to walk in the morning and every morning. I really need to take time for me.
You know, it's 1:00 a.m. I feel much better having talked about all this. Thanks for listening, ladies. You're a real support to me.

So when I got home, I cycled for another 4 km because I had spaghetti for dinner.
I do this for all forbiden foods but I digress