Weekend Blues

So the birthday weekend was relatively quiet. We had the kids so we enjoyed a nice meal (pie provided by my lovely step-mum) and Clint even baked me a cake. I didn't have to lift a finger so for me this was a special treat.
The closer it gets to monday, though, the worse I feel. That dread is starting to set in. That deep dark sick feeling that means I have to go back to work. For a few days I have managed to block out of my mind the fact that I am so fed up with my day job. No-one should feel like this. I really need to get another job. Nine years is too long at this company. It was only supposed to be a stop-over. I never planned to stay here so long.
The prospect of looking for another job is just as scary. It's the old "jumping from the frying pan into the fire" that worries me. There's never going to be a guarantee that the next place is going to be any better. I honestly can't believe it can be any worse, though.