Remember that time Heidi quit her job after eight months?
No, me either, but I did.
I quit a perfectly nice job, with the world's best boss...
Completely out of character.
I don't know why, but that job just never felt quite right, despite having a lot of great elements, and being part of an excellent organization. I just felt sort of adrift and lonely and I suppose a little bored, and in the end I suppose I need a little more urgency in my work life.
My mother tells me that I am the only person that would ever quit a job because it wasn't hard enough.
So now I am onto something different.
In between my shocking quitting behavior, Mark and I went to Cancun for a few days, to celebrate our 15 anniversary (from April) and a few other things.
That was my only complaint.
They had very fancy mattresses, and slippers and bathrobes.
One night we slept for 12 hours straight. It was amazing, for two insomniacs.
So I am in a phase of my life that makes me think of this song