I did it.

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Hello, myLot! Home from work. I agonized a little over telling my boss I wanted to quit, but after texting with a friend who said "She's not going to eat you." I sucked it up and told her. I just finished putting new ink in my printer so that I can write a more "offical" letter of resignation. Unfortunately, I'll have to still be there the next two weeks, (while the little terror child is there) but once it's over, it's over. The pastor of the Spanish church that uses our building told me when I was talking to him about this job, "If it doesn't bring you joy (it is not the right job)". The second part is in parentheses because I could not remember his exact words, but this job does not bring me joy, not in the least. It's not the right job for me at all. Today on one of my breaks, I texted a note to my old boss to ask her how she was doing and how the kids were. She said they were doing okay, and how was I doing? I told her I'd be looking for a new job, soon. When she asked me why it wasn't working, I explained how I was expected to do a million things with little (mostly no) help, the kids get no discipline at all, and that I had one child whose behavior was worse than the two troublemakers at her daycare put together. She said, "Well, this job will still be available when school starts. I have a woman helping me that works at (another) Preschool but they close for the summer. If you want to come back here. " I said I would love to, and she said she'd need me back by July 17th. Thankfully, two weeks from today is only the 13th. I know it pays less, but I need to cut back on the spending, anyway. My sanity is more important. So I'm going to go and check the mail, and then when I get back I'll start on that resignation letter.