So, like I said in my bulletin, I'm leaving my job. My last day is 12/7.

There's many things that led up to this, but recently a catalyst to this decision was introduced. The catalyst was my paycheck. I'm not going to go into great detail about it here. A few of you know what I'm getting at here without asking, or even reading further in this paragraph. For those that don't, I'll just say this: basically my paychecks weren't cashing when they should have been, and recently an issue with even printing out my paychecks came up, which made things difficult for me financially and I wasn't able to meet all of my financial obligations. (I help out with anything and everything I can - car insurance mostly, the occasional emergency room visit, gas is another biggie, groceries. You name it, I'd toss in some cash to help out.) Thus, it pushed me just over the edge.

But it's not just that. There were some things I just wasn't comfortable with that were weighing on my conscience. Again, some of you know what I'm getting at. For you others, I will not elaborate unless personally asked.

But it's other things too. Like being overworked. I'm a full time student, part time job, and I also help out with my family. I was going non-stop 7 days a week from practically sun up to sun down. I only had 2 days off from work, Tuesdays and Wednesdays, which I spent doing household errands and other important stuff on the home front, as well as trying to squeeze in as much homework as possible. The only real time I had to myself was between about say... 10PM and 5AM... most of which was spent either doing research for papers and projects for school or sleeping. Or a combination of the two (I've actually lost count of how many times I've fallen asleep on my keyboard in the middle of conversations and research papers.)

And I'm an artist. And a writer. I had no time to work on my novels, the publication deadlines I've set for myself have been pushed back and back and back to the point that now, I have to start all over again. What little artwork I do, I manage to get done for class because it's an assignment. Other than that, I have no energy to do much of anything anymore. And if I want to get any real-world experience as an artist and a writer, I need to not only get the work done, but attend fesitvals, craft shows, and events to get my name out there and network with people, to promote myself. Sadly, most of these kinds of events happen on weekends, which was the backbone of my work-week. Saturdays and Sundays spent working my tail off at work rather than on the things I needed to be doing to help prepare me for what I hope to be my future carreer.

I'm literally worn down.

Here's something to illustrate my point here:

CURRENTLY FEELING....

HOPE TO FEEL...

So... that's pretty much it.