I have made the decision to quit my job. I am terrified as I still don’t have a new one lined up yet. But this past week gave me a lot to think about. For three days I was out sick with norovirus (which I wouldn’t wish on anyone), and when I wasn’t retching and vomiting into the toilet, I thought about it a lot. My mom says, “Maybe give it another week and see how you feel…?” Another week will make no difference at this point. I need to do this. It’s become intolerable for me. I’ve said everything I could possibly say. I do have a little money saved up, not a lot, but hopefully I will be able to find something at the school where I’m taking my jewelry course. I’m meeting twice a month with a career counselor. I turned 39 today— I know that’s not terribly old, but why wait? Time is a precious commodity. I will not spend another day being miserable and being worn to a frazzle in a job where I am expendable. I will not do this anymore. I don’t know what the future holds, but I cannot and will not stay in pharmacy anymore. Happy Birthday to me.