Preparing for the worst...

I wrote out my resignation letter for work last night. No, I haven't found a new job yet (I haven't even given the shops that I sent letters to time to reply yet) but I'm that dead set on leaving now that I can't see any reason I'd ever change my mind. Having it written down on paper just makes it feel that step closer - all I've got to do is fill in the space I left for when I'll be leaving, and then I can hand it in along with two big fingers stuck up to the Co-op!

My allergies have been playing up big time this week with Millie being here. I've had an itchy eye as one of the symptoms for about 5 days in a row (funny how it's always the same eye, damn discriminative allergies!) as well as sneezing fits. And also I had to let her out into the garden a minute a go and so now she has that ever distinctive 'wet dog' smell. Nice.

Margaret and Cilla (manager and suck-up) cornered me at work on Saturday when someone had told them I was a good drawer and as a result I 'agreed' to draw an A3-sized poster for them advertising a Pirates dress-up day. I only agreed cos I felt pressured into it, but the more I think about it the more I'm going to have to get the courage up to tell them to stick it. I'm going away in 3 weeks and have yet to draw this months Violet, I don't have time for their under-appreciated Pirate crap! The problem is that Margaret is a very intimidating woman who can find something to complain about in the most innocent of a statement so she's probably going to go in a mard with me over it. Oh well. It's not like work can get much less enjoyable at the minute.