Jun 15, 2010 12:53
So, things were chugging along and I was feeling all sorts of grown-up and content. I was tired, but finally feeling stable, which was something I hadn't had a grasp on for a long time. We were getting up in the morning, kissing each other good-bye, and going off to our respective places of employment.
Then, Friday before last, I was fired. No warning and was later told it was performance related. I was told that I hadn't fulfilled my job requirements because there were two empty apartments in the senior facility. Now, I got angry. One was filled with a tenant that I had nothing to do with. I had just scheduled a showing RIGHT BEFORE MY BOSS WALKED IN to fire me. I asked repeatedly for the passwords to the websites we used for marketing and NEVER GOT THEM. I never once was allowed to sit in on a lease-signing. I don't feel as though I was trained properly, but that doesn't matter. I was let go.
So, for the last week, I've been playing hausfrau. I'm sort of torn between doing this full-time--I really hate leaving my house--and being productive and not having Brian take care of me. I know we're in this together, but I don't like depending on him so much.
I didn't really like the job I was fired from, but at least it was a job.
Back to the drawing board.