#2 of the manscreed pics
On Partial Joblessness
I had no idea that I was going to be fired. An evening phone call that *didn’t occur* relayed the news. The thing that struck me as odd was the fact that I was never worried by that news. I had been at that office since September 08- never stirred trouble, never was written up. I do HATE the fucking family, don’t get me wrong. I forgive easily… but I carry heavy grudges for deep cuts.
Luckily for me, I had (only a few days prior) been swapped to a new contract account for my 2 refinery glasses days. I would have been dead in the water otherwise.
It is almost absurd how much I am enjoying time off. A crappy way to get it, but I drive 270mi/6hrs less a week and that’s nothing to complain about. I’m kind of a kept woman so my expenses are low.
I feel like I’m being given a chance to recharge. Somehow that job (though I liked the work and the friends I made) managed to suck the life out of me. Just the fact that I spiralled to a day and a half of bed-ridden depression tells me that this is a better place to be in.
So for now…. I sleep. I see daylight. I don’t spend >10hrs/wk in the car. I can go places during the week. I walk down the street to have lunch with Luke.
I never realised how much happier losing a job could make me.
(via thefrogman)
To moms.
(Source: estonoesuntumblr, via eclecticdose)
socks!!
