I Call This Place My Own

So, not even a week after quitting The Job, I've got my next one lined up. I didn't even have to APPLY, guys; these people CALLED ME. I start Monday. And it's the same sort of work, only better-organized and slightly better paid.

But I don't know. I feel like I still haven't totally worked through the PTSD (sooooo not being facetious here). I'm still having work nightmares. I'm still unable to talk about The Job in a way that isn't twitchy and hysterical. And here I am, not even a full week off (because most of this week I've spent cleaning or doing things that I didn't have opportunity to do for months because of The Job), ready to jump back in.

...Is it bad that I'm kind of hoping it's terrible, so I can quit without guilt?

I just want a vacation, that's all. A real vacation. I swear I won't be idle. I'll get things done. I just want my own length of time to do them in.

I know I should be thrilled at getting a job so quick, but I wasn't kidding when I said I was prepared for a few months unemployment. I was kind of hoping for that.

Not really expecting any advice from anyone, but if you have it, I'm open. :(