Well after 3 weeks off from work (2 weeks annual leave + 1 week sick)...I went back to work today. Now this is the first day back to work since quitting and to be honest I was dreading it more than just a bit. Lots of triggers in this territory both obvious and hidden. It amazed me just how many there actually were...crikey!!! For those that might have been reading my posts, I was made redundant from my permanent job and was basically made to carry on working there by them offering me a temporary contract. If I didn't accept the contract I'd lose my redundancy as it was deemed suitable alternative employment. Short and curlies sping to mind. Anyway, work is not my favourite place to be at the moment and the management are generally tossers who protected there own asses during this "process".
Anyway I survived dropping Harrison off at nursery and walking to work and managed to work until 10:30am before the next craving started...the sneaky fag before the weekly section meeting (arrggghhhh major stress levels here). Like I said having to listen to aforementioned tosser managers spouting about how good they are and how crap everyone else is for an hour is pure agony...but I MANAGED IT. WOOHOO!!!! Having people (same tossers) come back to me with work backed up over the three weeks made my craving worse but dinnertime was okish as I was stuffing my face. After that the day became easier with afternoon break being just a mild zap of a crave.
Having to work with poor managers with god complexes creates this shiny armour which, after a while, no craving can penetrate. So thankyou work...today was hard but in a way you've strengthened my quit.....just got it all to do again tomorrow (hmmmmph I shall not break mind)!