“It is just the end to a long weekend.” This is what I keep telling myself. I know however, that I don’t have anywhere to go tomorrow. I am already pacing the house trying to find stuff to do, I am already getting cranky, and I feel like my skin is crawling. I hate being out of work. I love spending time with the kids, but I hate knowing I am not spending the extra time with them because it was my choice.
I knew my job was ending soon, I was just hoping to have a few extra weeks there and enough notice to find a definite position elsewhere. I have a few prospects, but nothing in stone. Hopefully something good will come of this, and hopefully it comes quickly.