...that I'm not sleeping 'cause of the stress. And only because of the job...I have to come back to the same job I had two weeks ago. I should be happy, but I'm not. The job itself is alright...It's just my ego, it's sayin' to me that I shouldn't do it. They was fond of me, but left me home after all. And it's exactly what I've been running from, when I went to look for a new job after two years at Waterstone's.
So it's going to be only their problem if I'll decide not to come in the very last moment. I really can't be sure that it will never happen again. And my plans can't become real if I won't have a proper job...full-time job.

So my ego tellin' me that better I'll look for the new one than go back...