Spiral Skies

Dastardly Decisions July 16, 2007

Posted by Jen in : Journal , 26 comments

Now, though this may come as an awful shock to you, I have a confession:

I am terrible at making decisions. No, seriously, I mean proper terrible. Rubbish. Useless. Impractical, ineffectual and utterly, utterly crap. Sigh.

I’m fed up with my job. I have the school hols looming. I can’t book any time off work. I have an itsy bitsy, teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini bit of money in my bank account for the first time in seven billion years.

So. Do I:-

Carry on toiling in Retail Hell, cursing myself as I’m suckered into more and more responsibility and gruesome work-related misery?

Give a week’s notice, run away and spend the summer in the garden with the boys, getting fit, healthy (I’m thinking figs, nectarines and jogging. What?? Oh, shut up!! I bloomin’ well would!) and really ploughing into the novel and bandying myself about with some short stories? You know, really being a writer. For 6 weeks. After which I would be buggered. Which would clearly be a pain in the arse. (Oh dear. Sorry about that. It’s not my joke!)

Oh, Gawd, I just don’t know. What happens mid-September when I’m jobless and penniless? Oh yeah, I could temp. But, what if nobody wants me? Oh, I can’t decide�