It's late into Day 8 of my quit and I'm depressed as sin. The good news is that I immediately thought "smoking a cigarette will not make this better". The bad news is that the funk is here to stay. It'll lift a few days after the university's Opportunity Fair, my psyche just likes to be a bit of a drama queen in the face of change. Eight weeks ago, I quit my job after being there for 11 years due to the psychological warfare of the current director. Two years under her direction and I'm not sure if I have any value as human being much less an employee. So right now writing a resume` and researching fair participants coupled with a distinct lack of employable-esteem has me wanting to curl up in small ball and cry. *Shakes head.* To Hell with El Diva, she can go the way of the Marlboro Man... out of my life and I'm all the better for it.
