The good news: I have taken the plunge and quit my job that had been making me unhappy for at least 2 out of the 4 years I’d been working there.
The bad news: I am in all out ape-shit-crazy panic mode. Well, not all the time. Mostly just between meals.
Case in point: I just decided to make myself a cup of coffee.
Should be easy:
- Blend coffee and sugar.
- Add boiling water and/or milk.
- Enjoy steaming cup of frothy Nescafe
In my head, I expected my coffee to look like this:
In reality it looked like a cross between dirty dishwater and gravy.
Aaaaand cue. Enter: moment of crisis.
What kind of 29 year old doesn’t know how to make a cup of coffee?
Maybe my mother’s right; I’m never gonna bag a man.
It’s not too late to change my mind and retract my resignation..
Mumble mumble incoherent self pity….
Oh well. One less career option.