Woops it’s been a while since I blogged last (sorry niki), but I couldn’t be arsed. So here we go. I do have plenty to talk about though.
It’s been 3 weeks since it happened. And I tried to get back to normal at work, I really did. Although everyone questioned me going back to work so soon, I felt that it was the best option. You know, if you fall of a bike you get back on straight away. Unfortunately for the last two weeks I had been drinking 4/5 pints before I went to work. Basically denying to myself that any problem existed.
After going out on a Monday night and getting fairly drunk, I decided to have a break from drinking, give my body a break and stuff. And hence on Wednesday night, getting ready for work and still not drinking alcohol, I burst into tears in the pub (friends were drinking, I wasn’t). I just couldn’t face going at all. The mere thought of going to work filled me with dread. I don’t feel safe there anymore. I trusted the company and the manager to keep me safe while working. And they still broke in. How can I trust them again? So I phoned in 30 mins before I was due to start, and told them I wasn’t coming in. and the next morning I went in and told the boss I was quitting.
God I feel so much better for doing that. A huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders, and I can now breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately it means I’m now in desperate need of a new job, and don’t have much time to sort stuff out as university is gonna start soon. But I would much rather be in this position than still working, which is the main thing. Plus I didn’t just give up, I attempted to get back to work, and just wasn’t ready yet.
I have decided not to tell my parents that I have quit, until I manage to obtain a new job, as it will save a hell of a lot of grief.
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