So I got fired last week. Terminated. I didn’t do anything wrong, but it didn’t matter in the end. I had a hard time with it, and I’m still smarting, but most of the time my family distracted me. Oh, and my scleritis flared up too. Damned stress.
My men did the Warrior Dash this weekend, I’ve been watching Owen a lot, I’ve been keeping busy. I already applied for a few jobs and have an interview next week. And Kevin thinks I would make a great cashier at Pei Wei, and they’re hiring, so there’s that.
My family is my life, its true, but I need a job. My self-esteem is in the crapper, I’m alone with my thoughts too much, and I need a paycheck too.
One job that looks interesting is a research nurse position at the Big University. I fit the requirements to a tee, it’s pretty active, and uses all my skills. And I’d also get to use my brain and BSN training in research.
I miss my work family, but I’ll be okay. I’ll enjoy this break, and find that just-right job. Even my worst days are pretty good. I’m still luckier than most.