I can't believe I did this. I'm still in a hazy daze. But I quit my job. Yep. *Deep breath* *Exhale* . . . and it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. And when I told the hubs that, he said, ~ "I feel like a weight has been put on mine."
But he's come around. And he agrees it's for the better. For as long as I can remember (well, since we've had kids), we've always worked opposite shifts. He worked during the day and I worked at night to help make ends meet. There were days when the hubs rushed in late and I had the garage door open with the car engine running, ready to zoom off to the call center purgatory. Plus, I worked the weekends too which meant we could never do anything as a family. And that can be hard on a marriage.
I've been unhappy working at that place for a long, long time. It was like being in an abusive relationship. And I've had enough. I realize life is too short to be doing something you loathe and abhor. Life is too short to be unhappy. Sure, I'll have to cut back and learn to budget more, but I think we'll be okay.
I'll admit that it's slightly nerve wrecking as I've never not worked for most of my life. I worked when I was in high school, I worked as a waitress during my college years, I got a job I loved right after I graduated and I've never stopped working. And I always had this immigrant mentality where I felt I had to be a savvy saver and not dump all my eggs in one basket. I always thought that if the hubs lost his job, at least we would still have health benefits through my job. Well, the eggs are now officially all in one basket. And that can be a little scary.
But I tell myself not to worry too much.
If I have one eye on yesterday, and one eye on tomorrow, I'm going to be cockeyed today.
And I refuse to be cockeyed.
So I choose to live for today.
And everything else . . . well I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
What will this mean? Well, there will be less shopping at Anthro and J.Crew. But I'll have a hellavu less stress in my life, I'll be happier and more importantly, I'll be able to spend more time with my husband, two munchkins and 3 pooches. And that, to me, is priceless.
Okay . . . 'nough about silly 'ol me. On to more interesting news . . . this book ~ Area 51 by Annie Jacobsen has gotten so much buzz. And I'm buzzed about it too! So buzzed that it's making me dizzy. And here's the cuhrrrrazzzzy thing - according to Jacobsen's sources, a space craft did crash at Roswell, but it did not come from outer space. No. It came from Russia. And . . . this part just made me go BALLISTICIMUS. Jacobsen writes: "The Roswell saucer was Russian-made and crewed by human children who were surgically altered to resemble aliens by Nazi death-camp doctor Joseph Mengele, acting at Joseph Stalin's behest."
Apparently Russia was involved in some horrific human experimentation. Whhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa?!?
If you'd like to read more about it, check out the New York Time's review here. Quite a number of Amazon reviewers bash the book and rip it to pieces, so if you want a somewhat unbiased review, maybe read the one on NYT? I have yet to read the book, so I can't comment. But as Carl Sagan said, "Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof." And I hope Jacobsen has the truth to back up her claims. Or maybe not. The thought of human experimentation/engineering is just too much for me to stomach.
And do I believe in aliens? Hells yea! There are over a gazillion jillion planets and stars out there. Statistically, it would seem very likely that intelligent life exists elsewhere. I'd be arrogant to think otherwise.