I did it.
I quit my job.
Today was just the final straw. I haven't wanted to work there for some time now, and my frustration level hit the roof and I came home crying. Ben told me that I didn't have to go back. (I swear, that man is just so wonderful sometimes!) I hate coming home upset and angry. I hate dreading going to work. I hate getting up at 5:30am every morning, I hate being so exhausted all the time. There's not a lot of positive going on here. I don't want to go in and be resentful because I'm not happy with where I'm at. That's not a good mind set to have. So
I decided to quit, with Ben's support.
With all of my nervous energy, I deep cleaned the kitchen, did all the laundry, and matched up all the loose socks in the house. Tomorrow, I hope to tackle the bathroom.