I quit!
Eeek! So today, I did something I've never done before. I quit my job. Sending off the resignation letter filled my stomach with butterflies. When the secretary called me, oh lordy lord, I thought my stomach would give out. I've only worked there for 1 month and 19 days, but it became more stressful than being at uni. I would travel for an hour and a half, just to get there. On my way back, it would be cold and the bus would be late. I would leave my house at 6:50 am and get back at 6:30 pm, for an 8-5 job. I spent £40 a month on transport alone, not to mention the constant state of illness that the nursery left me in. The first month was a week long flu, and this month brought along a stomach bug. This all left me unable to pay sufficient attention to my studies, or my spiritual life, and that is my priority. Even when I begin work properly, I intend for it to be part-time. This is not to say that I don't have another job lined up, but this one is completely volu...