RL.
So, I quit my high-stress, you're-young-and-have-ovaries-you-must-know-nothing job about a month ago. It sucked, because I finally made the money I'd wanted to make, but it also ruled hardcore, because I got to listen to my supervisors begging me not to leave (after I'd given two months notice!--god, I hate them). Then I was unemployed (a good time to finish one's Merry Smutmas fic--who knew?). It's very hard to find a new job when you don't know what the heck you want to do with your life.
Tomorrow, I start out scheduling blood donor appointments for the Red Cross.
Am feeling very zen about it.
Change is good. Being employed is even better.