In need of balls
I'm guessing there's something seriously wrong when I've opted to stay home from work and play pacman all day instead for the second time this week. No shit Sherlock...
I WANT TO QUIT!
All I want is someone to tell me 'come on, you can quit, don't worry, even if you haven't found another job yet, it's not the end of the world'. I am so freaked out about leaving my job and not having a back up, but I have really reached the limit of my patience.
I've been sleeping restless nights and waking up with that nauseous feeling in my gut, like the one I used to get going to primary school, knowing that I had Arabic class that day with the evil witch. I can no longer stand the thought of going into the office.
When did work become the primary focus of our lives? Why are we so freaked out about not having a job? I am educated, I have some experience, why wouldn't I find another job? I have the fortunate privilege of living with the family, so I am not really going to end up broke and on the street right away.
I know I haven't posted in ages and now I come back with a whiny post. But this is the reality of my life these days. Between doing the bare minimum at work, smoking sheeshas all night, eating iftar every other day and trying to avoid and outsmart Inkey, Blinkey, Pinkey and Clyde...I can only think of how much I want to leave my job and how miserable I am working with a bunch of unprofessional and unappreciative people.
I need to grow some balls (guys, how do you do it?) and just make a decision.