I went to see someone about a job way back in the year. I was offered one, but opted for more hours at the hotel instead.
Today, I have been offered a permanent position with them, as they need someone to fill in , and know me from before.
I will be handing in my resignation on Sunday, and I am not looking forward to it. I will get so much grief in the coming days, but I WILL get through it, and I will finally be free.
Free of the constant nagging.
Free of the lowest legal wage.
Free of unsociable split shifts of over 60 hours a week.
Free of the depression I feel.
Even free of travel costs.
Free to find myself again.
