Out of the Frying Pan and into the Recliner

Did I mention that I quit my job?

I was suffering from some major burnout. You try teaching high school for four years. I remember when I was in high school, I told my teachers I wanted to be a teacher, they all tried to talk me out of it. Oh how I should have listened...

Anyway, I quit, without a definite job lined up (learned that from the "Un-Ex"), and as luck would have it, I got a new job the following week...50 yards from my house. I work at a school, but not teaching and I'm making a crap load more money than I was when I was rockin' classrooms. I go home for lunch and bake cookies. I stay late a work because my commute is 52 seconds (that's if I wait at the crosswalk).Today was the last day of school at New Job. With no kids around, my primary job functions have been cut in half for the next 9 weeks, and I'm expected to take 2 weeks off (paid). Don't hate y'all.

Life is good for the moment. I think I may actually say my prayers tonight.
The last 8 months have been the darkest of my adult life, but I survived them with grace, and even managed keep my faith in humanity and myself.