As of today, I'm no longer employed. Yesterday was my official last day.
It really hasn't hit yet that I am not going back to my job. I feel like I'm on an extended Thanksgiving vacation.
I think I'll be ok for a short time. I have a list of things I want to get done. But to be honest, I'm not wired to be a "homemaker." Some people are, and I think that's great! But I am not one of them. I know myself, and in about a week I'll start getting that itch...that need to get back to an office, with lots of deadlines and tight schedules.
Usually, I'd limit my vacations to a week at a time. At one point, I took two weeks off at once. And after that first week, I started to go stir-crazy. I wanted to get back to work. I missed my coworkers. I missed those deadlines and schedules and structure.
Hubs told me to view this time as a paid vacation. He's one of those people that can just sit back and relax. Unfortunately, I can't. I can't just "sit." I can't just "relax." I'm too high-strung for that. I have to do something, anything. I have to have a plan. I have to have structure. So having this list of projects will be good for me. Though once I'm done with everyone on that list, I know I'll start going a little crazy.
I've always said that if I won the lottery, I'd still work. I love working...I loved my job. I hope I can find another one I love as much, or more. Keep your fingers crossed! I think this time will be a lesson in patience and faith. I hope I pass.
Hubs got a little sassy this morning. He said "So you're going to have dinner ready for me when I get home, right?" He thought he was being funny. I rolled my eyes at him. :) Maybe I will surprise him with supper. We'll see.