Sometimes I just have to do what I need to do without stewing over it! So I did. I quit. I called them up and I quit. I am tired of prostituting myself for money at a job I don’t like and don’t want.
I’m relieved beyond belief. Now I can visit my husband on a regular schedule AND I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn to go sit on the phone chattering for 8 hours. And I can spend my day doing what I want. Money? Screw money. Literally. My son reminded me that even if we don’t have a lot of money sometimes, we’re not dying because of it.
We will survive. And I can just take care of what I need to here without the interruption.
And going from no hours a week to 44 isn’t something I’ll have to face. Life is bound to give me something good eventually. And I can wait for it.