MrChupon was right when he said the moment of kindness and sympathy shown by my boss was a rare one. Rather, she'd be a kind and sympathetic person if she could, but she has to uphold the terrifyingly beaurocratic policies of the corporate machine, for which I do not blame her at all. However, on arriving at work today and finding myself in the doghouse that I'd been promised I wouldn't be in yesterday I stopped caring whether it was my immediate supervisor's fault (it was not) or the HR department's fault (it might have been) or the fault of the company as a whole (it probably was). Having given things the thought I did yesterday I knew exactly how much money I had to work with, exactly how long I could live without an income, and exactly the amount of my prospective tax return if I absolutely have to use it to live on instead of buying my new computer with it. Armed with this information I quitted.

I am now in a frantic pause in the rewriting of my resume and the hunt for all the scattered references, everyone I ever knew who liked me. I'm applying for some jobs in schools. At best I'll get like an aide or tech job until the end of the school year, at least I could substitute teach. Just gotta get some income.

Quitting my job without lining something else up first was probably not the smartest idea I have ever had. However, out of all the things I have done lately, it felt the best.

In other news, the shelf in my kitchen where I kept all my mugs and glasses came crashing down last night, spraying my bare feet with glass shards. Ouch! :(