I'm free. Yesterday was the last day of my employment as Director of Nursing. Quitting was much harder than I anticipated. The same staff I've dragged, battled, carried - kicking and screaming to to provide a higher standard of care had become emotional wrecks over the past month of working out my resignation. God love em.

Six weeks ago I was horrible, the meanest bitch in the valley, the cursed management who doesn't do anything to treating me like I walked on water. Now I'm the best boss and "what are we going to do now?" and "you can't leave us!" person. I feel like I'm stepping out of the twilight zone. I gotta love them.

In the last 2 weeks I've been bombarded with parties and presents. My house looks like Christmas morning I have so much stuff sitting around. Some of my presents: candles, clothes, cds, a variety of chocolate, soaps, body lotions, a Bible, dishes, a few wine baskets, a homemade blanket, several pieces of jewelry, a Luis Vuitton purse, a scrapbook of pictures and memorabilia and last but not least an XBox with money to buy some games. It's really hard to understand people.

So what's on the agenda now? Peace. Rest. For a few days anyway. I'm supposed to start my new job February 14th. In the short interim I've reluctantly agreed to help out a troubled facility with the same company. They promised they won't call me until February 1st. I won't answer my phone til the 1st anyway. That's what, 4 days of "Peace" and "Rest"? I really want alot more. I have enough vacation time racked up my last paycheck will be March 16 without helping out the other facility.

I'm really not a workaholic, I'm just too stupid to say no.