I got a new job!
I gave my two weeks' notice today. I was aprehensive about giving it, and aparently, with a bit of cause. All I really got was one last guilt trip. At least I'm hoping it is the last guilt trip. Now I'm trying to be really sweet and nonconfrontational, because I would like a pleasant last two weeks.
The new job will be full time (40 hours a week). I'm nervous about that. But hopeful, too. I'm thinking the stress level will be lower, and I wont be a lead teacher, which is slightly disappointing, but also a relief. That should lower the stress level again. (I'm still going to be working at a childcare center.)
But this is me going back to full time work after my battle with the depression and OCD monsters. Still with two classes on the side. But I don't think I'll have to put that much time into the classes. Anyhow, it feels momentous; going back to work full time. Which doesn't make me a better person, but I guess part of me still thinks it does. Anyway, just maybe it can help me realise how much better I'm doing now (or that I can't handle that much yet, but I'm hoping for the first option).
Now I want to re-arrange my apartment (since that is the logical response to getting a new job?). It has to do with some ants visiting my kitchen. Not that rearranging is sure to change any of that. But it is spring/summer now. I don't need to have the heater clear and ready to heat my room. So I can rearrange. Maybe I just like rearranging.