Saturday/Sunday

I've had a nice weekend despite several panic attacks about the whole job-thing. David (the Boyfriend) and I discussed it and he's had enough of me being driven towards the edge of insanity - if I'm not already there - and frankly, so have I.

But I don't know how to do it, I've never quit anything before and am I doing something stupid and will it come back and haunt me later on?! But as David so intelligently put it: "you're not leaving as a failure but but on a good note, they've asked you to do more demanding things cos they've been happy with what you've done so far...". And in reality, would they have offered me the job if they didn't think me capable of succeeding? I don't think so. So when I quit, I'll have to tell myself that it is at the right time to do so - before I go absolutely bonkers.

There's one scary thing though: I feel as if I've been doing a s##t job and they think otherwise - what are their standards?

Never mind, I do want to get out of there and soon! I can't wait until the day when my stomach doesn't hurt and I don't cry at night over the prospect of it soon being morning and I have to spend another day with little monsters. Such sweet joy to have a smile on my face when I get back in the afternoon!

Well, a girl David used to work with is coming over for a "cuppa", so I'd better be off and prepare tea and cookies/biscuits.

bye!