Tuesday, February 8, 2011

woman on the verge...

Have I mentioned that I will be joining the ranks of the unemployed March 18th? 

TPTB made a "business decision" to close my office.  I'm so disgusted that the people who hired me didn't have the balls to call me or at least email me to discuss the decision.

Fucking assholes.

I have been under incredible amounts of stress trying to find a job.  I have attempted to eliminate said stress by staying on my WW plan and consistently exercising.  And not binge eating.  Or crying.

There are days when I'm fine and everything seems quite manageable.  And there are days, like rightnowthisveryminute, that I feel like if I get a wrong look or hear the wrong song on the radio, that I will dissolve into a pool of hysteric tears.

We are fortunate in that we have (in no particular order) our health, our son, our home and our happiness (most of the time).  Money and future security.....not so much.

And when the weight of the day sneaks up on me...like with the realization that I have less than six weeks of work left...I just want to put my head on my desk and cry.

I'm not someone who puts stock in prayer.  I cannot hear someone tell me that they "pray on it" without rolling my eyes so far back into my head that I've become a zombie.  I can only do what I can and hope that my actions result in a positive result.

In the meantime, if you can't find me, I might be curled in a fetal position immobile on my couch with my dog.  At least she doesn't give me any shit or ask me why I haven't found a job yet.

1 comment:

TAH said...

Love you, Sandy, and sending positive vibes in your general direction!