I just left my job. I didn't want to, but the medical issues are too much. It came down to me having a choice. I could have medical issues that are almost bearable and be unemployed, or I could be employed and be in horrible pain, tired, and unable to do anything else.
Yes, I sobbed my damn eyes out when I told them. The director and assistant director looked like they wanted to join me.
Every cloud has a silver lining. This is this one's: I can do some work in the archives of the historical society, possibly, which is conveniently located at the library. This is a no pressure, when you can get to it type of job. There's no rush.
I can also write more. That's nice.
I'm still sad though.
LinuxLibrarian will go on. Didn't Celine Dion have a song about that?
In other news, because something that didn't positively suck had to happen today: I have a reading of my book scheduled at Gulu-Gulu Cafe in Lynn, MA (Lynn Lynn City of Sin) on July 11th, at 8 o'clock. If you're in the area, come see the gimpy ex-librarian.