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This has been a "really fun" weekend. On Friday I lost my job. A job that I've had for almost 3 years. A job that I loved.
Essentially the economy has taken its toll and my position was viewed as one that could be eliminated. A fact that I'm incredibly sorry for because I truly loved being a part of that company.
So now, here I sit. In my brand new house with my brand new baby and my brand new piles of bills.
I was doing alright with the whole situation on Saturday but after I stopped at the office on Sunday to drop off some things that I'd borrowed from coworkers and my keys, I've been feeling like crap.
Everyone keeps saying "but now you can stay home with Anna." Um, yeah. Don't you think if we could afford that that I'd have been doing that in the first place? Remember that pile of bills? I need money to pay those.
Ugh. My coworkers, make that ex-coworkers, keep emailing me which I love, but it's also making it really hard for me to focus on finding a new job. I don't want a new job. I want my old one!
Essentially the economy has taken its toll and my position was viewed as one that could be eliminated. A fact that I'm incredibly sorry for because I truly loved being a part of that company.
So now, here I sit. In my brand new house with my brand new baby and my brand new piles of bills.
I was doing alright with the whole situation on Saturday but after I stopped at the office on Sunday to drop off some things that I'd borrowed from coworkers and my keys, I've been feeling like crap.
Everyone keeps saying "but now you can stay home with Anna." Um, yeah. Don't you think if we could afford that that I'd have been doing that in the first place? Remember that pile of bills? I need money to pay those.
Ugh. My coworkers, make that ex-coworkers, keep emailing me which I love, but it's also making it really hard for me to focus on finding a new job. I don't want a new job. I want my old one!