I went to bed early last night - 9pm - and now I'm wide awake. Partially because hubby has given the green light to me working only part time again.

This job isn't hard, it's just maddening. You're never on top of it - you're always teetering on being devastatingly behind. Add in the 60 mile round trip commute, the colleagues who waste their day not doing their work, the low pay, and the nights given over to board meetings, and its no wonder that I'm depressed. Not to mention, the last six or so people at that job have left after three to six months. I'm right on schedule.

I've got a line to a job at a jewelry store in the mall where I live, and once I'm not full time any more, the clothing store I used to work at full time will undoubtedly bump my hours over the four a week I currently get.

Can you say, scary? But this will give me writing time. Time I can't waste any more, as I sure ain't getting any younger.

So now I'm wide awake, trying to figure out all the things I need to do to wrap up my job there. I've also taken a lot of my personal stuff to make my office livable - that will all have to come away, and I'd rather do it gradually.

I don't want to tell anyone until I'm ready to work out my two weeks' notice, and I won't do that until after my vacation next month which I won't get paid for anyway since I haven't accrued any vacation.

Maybe some tea will help me sleep. The rain has stopped for now, so that bit of goodness is gone...