OK, I'm now 3 weeks away from being an unemployed bum.
I've spent the morning sending resumes and applications to job sites and potential employers and I am now officially over it. Anxiety is beginning to set in and I'm beginning to ask myself if it is worth being treated like shit on a daily basis in order to have a regular pay cheque. The common sense part of my brain says "No way, get out of there. Your health comes first" but the scaredy pants part of my brain says "But what if you can't find another job for a while and money starts getting tight?" That's when I slap myself in the head and tell the various voices in my head to shut up and stop arguing. They never listen to me.
If only I could get paid to be a house husband or actually get paid for being a film maker for a change, then I'd be a very happy chappy.
What can I say, some days are diamonds and some days are stones and I've now got enough stones to open up my own rock quarrie.
Later,
Lee.
I've spent the morning sending resumes and applications to job sites and potential employers and I am now officially over it. Anxiety is beginning to set in and I'm beginning to ask myself if it is worth being treated like shit on a daily basis in order to have a regular pay cheque. The common sense part of my brain says "No way, get out of there. Your health comes first" but the scaredy pants part of my brain says "But what if you can't find another job for a while and money starts getting tight?" That's when I slap myself in the head and tell the various voices in my head to shut up and stop arguing. They never listen to me.
If only I could get paid to be a house husband or actually get paid for being a film maker for a change, then I'd be a very happy chappy.
What can I say, some days are diamonds and some days are stones and I've now got enough stones to open up my own rock quarrie.
Later,
Lee.
Ripley=BEST!!