I decided to quit my job yesterday.
Like, properly, I have a timeframe, when I want to get CVs out, when I need to get interviews by, when I'm handing in my notice.
My bosses have decided Saturdays will be mandatory for the foreseeable future, as they took on a load of contracts that can only be done on Saturdays, and have - strangely - been having trouble finding any staff to do them. So I've now been ordered to start getting out of bed at 5am on a Saturday and driving 200 miles.
GET FUCKED

I've had this vague leaving plan for ages, but solidifying it has actually left me really happy. Really happy.
The countdown begins!

I might go buy some new shirts for interviews...