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I stuck out the job as long as I could, but this morning I'd finally had enough. I asked David if I could quit, and he said yes (I know that ultimately I do not need anyone's permission for basically doing something I needed to do for my own mental and physical well-being, but quitting a £12K. PA job is going to affect David and Freda as well so wasn't something I could just do without even discussing it with David - but at the same time he knew it was making me miserable). So effective as of this morning, I no longer work for LondonMarketing.com.
The moment I hit "send" on the email, I felt so much better - it was like a huge black cloud had shifted a little, letting through a beam of sunshine. Yes, money will be tight - I'll have to look for another job (though I'm already putting together an application for a couple of jobs at Usborne Books thanks to a tip-off from a friend), and crack on with artwork and trying to make money from it. But at least I'm no longer dreading getting up every morning, and hopefully with that particular source of stress gone my seizures will settle down again (I've had to up my lamotrigine dose to 125mg a day from the 75mg I was originally prescribed, thanks to this job).
Freda is happy, because now she has me at home for the rest of her holiday and it'll be me taking her to school in the mornings as well as picking her up again once school starts. She's been very good about me working, but she's much happier at the thought of me being a SAHM (or preferably a WFHM!) and being here for her, though I've warned her that the price for this is that we will have to be very careful with money from now on.
I'm glad I've quit though. I think I should have done this at least two months ago, but I gave it my best.
The moment I hit "send" on the email, I felt so much better - it was like a huge black cloud had shifted a little, letting through a beam of sunshine. Yes, money will be tight - I'll have to look for another job (though I'm already putting together an application for a couple of jobs at Usborne Books thanks to a tip-off from a friend), and crack on with artwork and trying to make money from it. But at least I'm no longer dreading getting up every morning, and hopefully with that particular source of stress gone my seizures will settle down again (I've had to up my lamotrigine dose to 125mg a day from the 75mg I was originally prescribed, thanks to this job).
Freda is happy, because now she has me at home for the rest of her holiday and it'll be me taking her to school in the mornings as well as picking her up again once school starts. She's been very good about me working, but she's much happier at the thought of me being a SAHM (or preferably a WFHM!) and being here for her, though I've warned her that the price for this is that we will have to be very careful with money from now on.
I'm glad I've quit though. I think I should have done this at least two months ago, but I gave it my best.
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