Aw, there, there, Suze. There, there, there, there, there
I wouldn't say I'm having a horrible week, but I am starting to feel slightly uncomfortable about quitting the job. Not because I regret the decision itself but rather because I haven't told everyone, and I don't know how to...
Tomorrow there's a tri-weekly (is that a word?) meeting of the heads of all the departments and I know my leaving will be on the agenda. I feel like such a quitter, and I don't want to talk about my reasons for leaving either
(I don't see my coming clean about my hate for the countryside going down too well with the rest of the country dwellers...)
To top this off I have to present the plans of the interpretation department to the board afterwards. Horror of horrors... My heart is telling me to pull a sickie, my head is telling me that I need to be a pro (and I'll need to use my boss a referee for later, which in turn means I'll have to be a saint for 7 more weeks
I'm looking for a new job now. I had forgotten how much I loathe this process too.
ATM it seems that I get to choose between applying for a job I kind of don't want in my home town or applying for a job I really want abroad. Unfortunatley the chances of getting the jobs I don't want are pretty slim, and getting an interview abroad seems even more unlikely