It's the end of the world as I know it...

I never thought I would do something so risky as to quit my job with absolutely nothing waiting in the wings but, Heavens to Murgatroid, I did. After thinking about leaving ministry two years ago, then thinking about it and being largely unhappy and depressed the next, I finally decided to rip off the band-aid at the beginning of this year. I kept waiting for something to happen - a message from the Lord, the return of the Lord, the winning of the lottery, etc. but nothing really did and so I left the church with the hopes of finding employment in the business world very soon. With the overriding feeling during this whole process being excitement and not paralyzing terror, I feel like I made the right decision. I have spent the better part of two years working alongside paralyzing terror and his older brother, debilitating depression, and I finally summoned the courage to ask them to leave as well. It has been hard to come to terms with my depression, I assumed because I was male I could just "get over it" and grind it out. This of course created harmony in my life on every conceiveable level. Now I am on my second round of meds and I'm starting to feel more like a regular person and less like a miserable a-hole.

So now I'm getting lots of help constructing my resume and cover letters as I explore the possibilities of a career in human resources. I have several leads, but my job coordinator Admiral Ozzel was none too pleased. He told me he had thousands of resumes searching the country and that he wanted proof, not leads. Oh well.