Leaving Work.

So there I am, sat down in the morning with the children and I suddenly decide I want to leave work.

I guess it can't be the best of things to experience, I'm sat in work (as a nursery practitioner) and I suddenly want to leave. Leave it all: my job, for a start, the course I'm doing and just sleep. Am I really that selfish? I want to quit a job I've been at since November (mind you, I only got it because my sister is the deputy manager and her best friend is the manager) and haven't even properly started the course to get me a level 2.

"I can't stand the children." I thought. Well, that's to be expected, really. I never thought I'd find myself in childcare. It's even harder because of things we're not allowed to do, and the things which are frowned upon (shouting, for an example and being the main one). I have to keep my calm whenever I'm around them, which, for most of them is actually pretty easy. It's just when they don't listen. Which they do. All the time. There are a couple, though, who I'd love to shout at sometimes.

It was only 5 minutes after I decided I wanted to leave that the consequences of such actions actually hit me my face like a child throwing a wooden block (has happened before now, too). 

Where would I get money from? I am never, never ever going to sign onto the dole. That is the last thing I ever want to do- no wait, scratch that. I NEVER want to go onto the dole. Even if I become a money-lending bastard because of it. I will never lower myself so much that I have to scrounge of the state (when, let's be honest here, Britain's in a pretty shit state as it is, doesn't need me lending off of it). 

I need the money, I need to pay for the holiday. For obvious reasons, this thought is pretty self explanatory. 

Need to pay board. Ditto.

Well, paying for a holiday would take me at least 13 weeks, and the holiday itself is in June sometime. So half a year I'd have to work. If you need that explaining (if there's anyone reading this at all), then may the gods have mercy upon your soul.

Might as well just get the level 2, and then leave. At least if I had one qualification that wasn't GCSEs - and let's accept the fact that those mean literally SHIT ALL in today's society - I could at least go into a brand new career and say I have a level 2 in childcare; not that it would even matter if I was going into an office job or something. I could compare childcare to moderation, to be quite fair they both require the same skills:

• You're looking after people, usually juniors or people younger
• You're almost having to constantly watch over some of them, unless you have some competent people
• You tell them off
• You dismiss them if they're being cheeky

As I said, it has the same set of skills. So I could, if I ever found a job that didn't decline me almost instantly or because of my age, go into moderation... somewhere. Team leaders, they may be called.

The 'consequence thoughts' pretty much ended there, all at once. And from about 10 o'clock I was fine.