Slow-arse countdown

I may have miscalculated the time I have left of my current job. And I hope I have. So, I either have 2 weeks or 3 weeks left. Either way it’s taking an agonisingly long time. It’s getting harder and harder to keep flipping my body clock around. Body doesn’t like it!!!!

I cannot fucking wait to be free. Free of the dread of the potentially violent resident who is now kicking off for literally no reason at all, at the drop of a hat, and often without even any warning signs, and nothing untoward happening. The person is more and more unstable, and it’s making more than just me want to leave.

My dear manager is left with a staffing crisis which must feel like a nightmare that you’re never going to wake up from. But in the end, I have to look after my mental health too.

Freedom looms….aahhh glorious freedom….